Forget Me Not Book Ellie Terry Novels & Stories

A neural lock. "You see," Elias continued, "to truly refine the 'Memory Eraser,' I need a consistent subject. Someone whose life is full of rich, technical knowledge and deep, agonizing trauma. Every time you start to remember that this lab is yours, that this invention is yours, or that your daughter is buried in the cemetery three miles from here... I simply press a button." "No," I choked out, tears blurring my vision. "Elias, please—" "Shh," he whispered, his finger finally pressing the key on the terminal. "Don't be haunted by the bad memories, Doctor. Let’s focus on the good ones. Like how brilliant your assistant is."

It was her decision and she had been standing by it over the years. But Maya could no longer deny that she keeps on forgetting things from time to time. Like the times where she was attacked and nearly raped. Upon the investigation of the police as well as Nathan’s team, the intruder had entered through the door at the Laundry Area without any effort. Maya had forgotten to lock when she was doing laundry the night before.

“Some action or people make him recall things just like any other Amnesia case. Fortunately for him. You are his constant trigger, certain conversations or thoughts of you bring back a memory. “Me?”. I am confused. It wasn't meant to be heard, somehow it came out of my mouth. He ignores my question and continues “we both have a theory that someone is trying to wipe off certain memories from him”. He looks around us and whispers “And from the look of things they are trying to wipe off memories of you”. Shock, confusion and so much more. “Ellie”. The name is like a whisper in my head. She is the only one with the motive to remove memories of me from Gregory. He left her for me because of the

At that time, Elias walked to her and told her that she would not get to see her children and the father of her children again. Because they were all dead. She had been crazy for a long time because of these words until she was sedated... Until she finally lost her memory... As she thought of this, her gaze on Elias instantly turned cold. Elias also smiled faintly. "They said that you've lost your memory, but I didn't expect you to remember me." Eliza sneered, "I just don't remember anything about Beau recently." "But I remember clearly what happened five years ago." Elias also raised his eyebrows. "Oh? Then tell me, what do you remember?"

"Wrong answer. You need protein. Chicken? Salmon?" "Chicken," Cale said. "It's neutral." Elion picked up the phone and ordered enough food for three people. He hung up and walked over to his bag. He pulled out the notebook. He sat on the bed, facing Cale. "Okay," Elion said. "Session two. We need to document this." "Document what?" "You," Elion said. "Us. The things you're forgetting." He opened the book to a fresh page. "You said you forgot the color of your front door," Elion said.

My stomach twisted tight. “That’s the probability I’ve been fighting in my head,” I said, jaw tight. “I don’t even wanna believe the shit my brain is cooking up. Especially after that figure I saw with Samantha that day—the one all covered in a black hoodie—” I froze mid-sentence as the memory slammed into me like a truck. “Jesus Christ!” My eyes widened, pulse spiking hard. “You guys, I just remembered something…” I tapped my forehead hard with two fingers, eyes wide. “Oh my God. Oh my God. How the fuck could I forget this? How did I miss what Ellie told me?”

“—SLIPPING.” My ears rang, and I slammed my hands over them. “Ow!” “Sorry.” The librarian closed the book and began typing at her computer, the keys click-clacking so fast it was dizzying. “Ellie, listen to me. Vivian is dead.” My hands fell. “What?”

Bright enough to stand beside Charlie Brown effortlessly. Elara looked down slowly at the pages in front of her. Why had the library afternoon affected her so much? Why couldn’t she stop replaying every tiny conversation? Every glance? Every word? It had meant nothing. Charlie had probably already forgotten half of it. He must have forgotten about it and she was easy to get forgetten by others. No one remembered her to call her. Why would Charlie remember her? He found it important to go back to Lily like he always does. Her heart felt heavy thinking about it.

Aiden's POV Daryl Watkins inserted the straw into his drink, took a couple of sips, and his eyes lit up at once. "Oh my, you actually remembered! You remembered that I said I liked extra mocha sauce in my java chip frappe! You're the best, Bridget!" Bridget Ellison casually replied, "When have I ever forgotten anything you said?" The other people in the room also agreed loudly with her. "Alright, we all know that you remember every single thing about us!"

"I guess you don't remember anything again? Do you remember anything about what happened, honey?" "Some," Ellie said, her forehead crinkling as she thought about it. That made her head hurt worse, so she tried not to do that. "I remember going to talk to River. I remember falling into the river." She thought about those two events for a second, trying to remember how they fit together. Another memory came back to her. "Actually, I didn't fall into the river. I jumped."