Finding Memories Novels & Stories

“I liked the way I felt when I remembered her. I want more of that, please doctor.” Dr. Moretti’s lips curled slightly. “That’s a good sign. Sensory triggers like smells, sounds, even emotions—can help bring back lost memories. You should try revisiting places or experiences you shared with her. Let yourself feel rather than force.” I nodded, though the uncertainty still lingered in my chest. As we both stood, Dr. Moretti smirked, amusement flickering in his gaze. “I have to say, I like this new version of you. So calm and cool-tempered.”

“I don’t know how. I don’t know when. I only know it after Drake told me, Yggdrasil too. They told me to remember, but I don’t know what I should remember.” “I’m.. sorry to hear that. I didn’t know.” “It’s fine. I didn’t know either. I’m also trying to find a way to recover it, somehow.” Rose dug deep into her mind and thought of something. “You could try going to familiar places or reenacting similar events.” Matthew gave her a confused look. Rose continued to explain, “I’ve read somewhere that if you go to some place familiar or go through a familiar event, it could stimulate a memory that has been placed in the far corner of your brain.”

“I wonder if your mother would’ve changed her mind and named you something else if she would’ve known your name didn’t quite match your personality.” “It’s not my personality,” Memory corrected. “I just get... distracted. I can remember important things. Like people’s birthdays. And favorite colors. And recipes for snickerdoodle cookies—even if I don’t remember to take them out before they burn.” “Now that I’m glad you can remember,” Bryce agreed. “Well, I should get to work.” “What’s that?” Memory asked, noticing a flyer in his hand. The red and green trim looked similar to the one she’d seen blowing down the street earlier.

Once I find out about my memories, everything will be set in place but how do I remember something that refuses to pop up for five years. "What I'm I missing?" I asked myself. I knew something was missing and once I found it, I will regain my lost memory. I went to my study like I always do after experiencing a bad night and pick up a book from the shelf to read. I tried to read the book but I couldn't focus on it. My mind was somewhere else. I thought of how sad melody was when I couldn't remember her the first time we met. She must have been devastated.

He sucked in his teeth, shaking his head. “That, no one can tell. It can take days, weeks, months, years, it can also be permanent….” “Is it possible for something to trigger the memories or maybe I can try making her recall?” I further asked, knowing her family won't relent. They won't appreciate the fact that she forgot them and would try everything in their power to bring back her memories. “That's possible, but dangerous. I'll advise you to let the patient recall naturally. Trying to force her to recall could cause severe damage to her brain.”

Or worse, it would tip Baylor off that we were onto him, and we might lose our only chance to find the witches. “But we can’t just sit here doing nothing!” I said. Damien nodded thoughtfully. “We won’t. There might still be a way to get Adela’s memories back.” Everyone turned to him at once. “How?” I asked. Damien glanced at Adela with a calculating look. “The mind holds onto memories even when they’re buried. Sometimes all it takes is a strong enough trigger to bring them to the surface. Scenarios. Sounds. Smells. Things that recreate the original memory.”

He asked amused. “Isn’t it too soon. Isn’t it dangerous?” I queried and he shook his head. “10 years is a long time. Memory is a tricky thing. Maybe it is so ingrained that she remembered is easily. And good memories are easier to recall than bad ones. And good memories are not dangerous. Just nothing too triggering for now. It is good if she remembers some things. It will also help reassure her,’’ the doctor told me and I nodded even though it did not put me at ease one bit.

He grits out, anger seeping through his voice. " I don't - I can't - ," I stumble through my words, my breathing becoming shaky all of a sudden. I can feel panic threaten to take over. "Those dreams where you are drowning, those are your memories. Those random mind flashes, it's not some weird stuff happening, but your mind trying to piece back hidden information." "Then why can't I remember all of this hmm?" No answer. " Why can't I simply remember?!" He doesn't have an answer for me.

“Yes, my fathers’ friend, he took me in when he found me after my parents were killed. He has the ability to manipulate minds. He was able to make me forget everything. About where I came from, you, my parents even.” He seemed to be annoyed at this, standing from his chair and pacing in front of the fire. “So, our memories, everything we were to each other. All of that is gone?” He looked at me with wide eyes, full of pain and something more. Desperation? “Things come back to me in fits and starts since I turned 18. Generally something triggers the memories to come back. Like a particular place where something happed, or certain words.”

The vehicle comes to a halt at an old cottage downtown the Engativa district, within close proximity of the El Dorado international airport. A couple of hours later she regains consciousness. Ouch! She massages her temple. Hoping her head will stop throbbing. Where am I? Everything is slow and blurry. Staring at the lucid sky through the Aluminum window of her small apartment is the last thing she remembers. The rigid surface she is laying on adds to the weariness. Her eyes open reluctantly, she looks around perplexed, and the surrounding isn't familiar. Heavy breaths elude her. No, no, no. My papa. I can’t be away from him. Her hands and legs spasm.