I Remember When I Lost My Mind Novels & Stories

Mabilis kong naisara ang pinto at napadausdos pababa roon. I was having a mental breakdown in the middle of the night and I tried to forget that shit and now this? Lalo lang sumama ang pakiramdam ko. Kailan niya ba talaga ako titigilan?! Lumipat na nga ako ng lugar, nahanap niya pa rin ako. Nakakasawa at nakakapagod na ang ganito. Para akong kriminal na takbo ng takbo at tago nang tago mula sa taong 'yon.

LEXIE ZIMMERMAN- Isang simpleng babae na puno ng dignidad, nangangarap ng isang simpleng buhay na may kapayapaan ngunit mahirap para sa kan’ya na makaalis sa poder ng mga Terorista. Ang unang misyon ni Lexie ay patayin si Cedric ngunit dahil sa maling impormasyon na natanggap niya, nabigo ang kanyang misyon. Sa halip na patayin si Cedric, iniligtas pa niya ito. Idineklarang traydor sa kanilang grupo ang dalaga, dahilan kung bakit gusto siyang patayin ng mga kasamahan niyang terorista. CEDRIC HILTON- Sa edad na 34 ay naging matagumpay sa buhay, siya ang batang bilyonaryo na naging Governor ng Montenegro City. Naging obsessed sa babaeng nagligtas ng kanyang buhay. Hindi tumigi

Pero siguro dahil madilim na ang paligid, unti-unti ring bumibigat ang talukap ng mata ko kalaunan. The last thing I remember was thinking that I was excited for tomorrow and then my brain became fuzzy and I drifted to sleep. …

halata ang inis sa boses ni Monica at matalim na tumitig sa akin. "Hindi rin ba halata na ayaw kitang kausap, Monica?" Ayaw ko na sana siyang patulan pa pero napaka kulit niya. Ngayon pa na nagpapatugtog ako ng Lean On Me ng Seventeen kaya talagang naiinis ako dahil ginugulo niya ako. "Ang yabang mo talaga, ano? Porke't ba matalino ka kaya may karapatan ka nang gan'yanin ako, ha?" at hinawakan ni Monica ang aking braso nang mahigpit.

He instantly shifts his expression from a serious one into confused and shocked. "Just please." I sobbed and cried. Dahil doon, mas lalong dumami ang alaalang bumalik sa aking isipan. Muli ko nanaman naisip si Joem at ang nangyari kagabi. Once again, I burst out. I can't handle myself, I'm such a mess now. 'I went here to be free from these fucking memories, now I'm chained to it,' sabi ko sa aking isipan.

I was about to say ‘sorry’ when he interrupted me by speaking on his side first. “Are you kidding me?” saad niya. Kidding? Diretso ko siyang tiningnan sa mga mata niya. Ngumiti rin ako ng bahagya bago nagsalita. “Kidding? I lost my memory in a blink of an eye. And right now, I am feeling useless. P-Pakiramdam ko wala akong kwentang tao at—” “What the hell are you talking about? I think you're being hysterical. Should I go and call the doctor?”

my family consult me to him, thinking I was struggling on a mental illness "Drink your medicine..mababawasan nito ang pagsakit ng ulo mo" Do I really have a mental problem? Maybe yes, maybe no, I can't tell because all I know is I was just feeling guilty for hurting her! _____________________ Were been together for almost two months, and that two months it feels like a lifetime for me...She opened me the world I didn't tend to know.. she made me someone who I thought I never would be come..She gave me an idea about home, about what living is..that I can be great... but now that she wasn't mine now,how can I ever do and be that man again? I lost my reason,I lost my world..

Lahat bumalik sa isipan ko. I closed my eyes tightly and I held my head so hard. May mga boses akong naririnig sa paligid na hindi ko maintindihan. May mga boses sa utak ko. Hindi ko kaya. Hindi ko kaya ang lahat ng ito. Hindi ko kayang tanggapin lahat-lahat. I remember everything. But right now, I regret that I hoped to remember my past. Sana, sana nanatili na lang akong walang naalala. Yes, I am Maxine.

Tinanggal ko ang pagkakahawak nya sa aking kamay at lumayo sa kanya papunta sa desk ko. She sighed dramatically and sat in a chair in front of me. “You know what I think?” “What?” “I think losing your memories made you paranoid,” she looked directly at me, almost sounding calm and still confident. “And I think you’re clinging to the first person that triggered your memory thinking they were part of your past, desperately trying to fill the gaps.” “T-triggered me?” “Aya.” Her lips pressed into thin lines. “That’s ridiculous.” I uttered, denying her claim.

My heart pounded harder. “No…” I whispered. Because I knew. I knew what he was about to say. “You have to remember one thing,” he continued. “Just one.” The memory shook. Blurred. Like something was trying to stop it. Like something didn’t want me to hear it. “Adrian…” I whispered, desperate. “Say it again…” But his voice faded. The image cracked. And suddenly— I was back. Back in the room. Back in the present. My body trembling.