I Wish That I Could Wake Up With Amnesia Novels & Stories

My memories tracing back to the way he broke me completely as he wrapped his hands awfully around her waist in front of my face, it was no lie that apart from that memory, there was absolutely nothing I could think of. No other thing popping into my head, at last my awfully cruel fate might have decided to treat my poor brain with amnesia. My blood shooting up as to why my awful life was always so pathetic, with tears clouding up right in my eyes, I pressed my lips together as yet again took another step away from the darn bed, but still with every step I took, my heart kept on beating wildly, unable to stop. "What am putting on, this...this a man's cloth"

Because how was I supposed to take my revenge on someone who didn’t even remember what she did? “You better wake up with all your memories, you hear me?” I said, pointing at her, my voice breaking through the heavy silence. The nurses exchanged looks like I’d gone mad, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was for her to wake up and remember every single thing she had done. Anything but amnesia. I won’t accept that. I can’t.

“Give me the summary. Is she going to wake up or not?” The doctor adjusted his glasses and blinked. “Mr. Williams, forgive me, but like I said, she sustained a significant head injury. We believe she will wake up soon, but there’s a chance she may suffer from a rare type of amnesia. She might not recall everything. Some memories may return with time… some may never come back.” Amnesia. That word swam in my head like a sick echo. It wasn't fear I felt. It was… possibility. Hope.

I can’t even imagine what things were like before I lost my memories. Zach must’ve noticed my change in mood because he pulled me into his strong arms, “I know I’m overbearing and have a lot to do to get you to trust me again, but I want you to know I’ll always be here for you, babe. I swear it, I would do anything for you.” I looked up into his eyes while mine watered, “you don’t know how stressed I am with not only the amnesia but the…you know…from last night.”

Just as I was about to turn and leave, Elisa suddenly shouted, "Leno, you're finally awake!" He lay in Elisa's arms, confused as he looked at the people around him. He struggled to sit up and asked, "Who are you?" When he turned his head and saw me, his gaze lit up instantly. "Flora Hall!" Leno was then taken back to the hospital for further examination. "The excessive dosage of wolfsbane has damaged Alpha Leno's brain and nerves, causing temporary amnesia. His memory has regressed to 15 years ago," a healer said.

, Dominique pauses for a moment, “How did you get there? And what great idea was that, ​​going to the casino, girl? Any minute now, as if you hadn't had a gun in your face. Are you crazy, damn it?!” Shit! We're back to square one. I can't take this amnesia anymore and you know what's worse? I might never recover. The neurologist said I might remember, like I might just have memories or I might never have access to those memories again. I might never remember my name or where I came from. “How am I going to find out who I am if I stay stuck in this house 24/7 doing nothing? I can't... I need to remember; I don't want to be like this for the rest of my life!”, I gesture.

It's again a beautiful morning with blissful coffee. I am eyeing how the mix of orange and yellow sun rays painted the Eiffel Tower golden. With deep breaths, as usual, my mind ran a series of questions like Where am I from? Who am I? What's my name? Still no answers. It's my daily routine to think about myself why? Cause I can't remember anything. Yep, Anterograde amnesia.

"Well well, make yourself at home. My husband isn't in town right now, but he will return today evening. He's a heavy worker... Feel free to come over any time that you like." She turned to leave and Dawn tailed her. Avoiding my eyes. Her face was still reddened. She waited until they were in the lobby before whispering. I wouldn't have been able to hear her if I wasn't impurified. "Mum... I think he has amnesia..." "Oh, my... Did he tell you that?" "Well, he said he can't really remember many things about himself." "Oh my. What a poor boy. Well people suffering from amnesia usually recover their memories with time. Showing them familiar objects might also act like a trigger."

I said "Why? Don't you trust us?" Vanessa asked "No. Not like that." I said "Then what?" Clyde asked "I can't because I have no one," I confessed "What? We can't understand you! Look, Sophie! Just go straight to the point!" Drake said annoyed "I have a sick. I can't remember my childhood memories when I'm 8 years old. We went to different hospitals and professional doctors but all of them didn't know what sick I have. They didn't find any damage in my brain that will cause me to have amnesia." I said

He is the only person I don’t want to remember! I have to wake up… I have to wake up… I have to wake up… I… HAVE… TO… WAKE… UP! Before I remember him… I can’t remember him! I don’t want to remember him! STO𑁋! “STOP!” I woke up quickly and I was covered in sweat. I was shaking and I couldn’t understand where I was. I don’t know where I am… Where Mae? I need Mae! Please get me, Mae!