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

she said resuming on her steps and I followed she shared me a few side glance. "The Doctor said you could get your memory back if you take therapy as soon as possible." I stopped and glared at her, she turned to look at me with a scoff. "Not this talk again." I hissed facepalming myself. "Quinn... " she pouted. "I don't need Therapy I'm fine." I frowned at her. "No you're not, having a minor amnesia after waking up from a coma doesn't validate you as fine Quinn." she spits at me. "Do I have to remember everything ?" I folded my arms not looking at her direction.

“Samuel will get my stuff here from his car. I was borrowing a towel to shower for later. Just relax Patricia. You invited me here.” “I know.” I stepped further away from him. “You are so fucking hot and it’s driving me insane.” I stated lowly for him not to hear. “So you find me attractive and you want a piece of me?” He asked. “I just want to know the truth.” I replied and made my way to my bedroom. “I don’t think you are ready for the truth.” He replied and sat at the sofa. “Maybe you are right but that doesn’t make it okay for all of you to treat me like an idiot. I have amnesia. I forgot who I am or who the hell everyone is. But I still have feelings and common sense.” I stated frustrat

My thoughts were loud and broken, crashing into each other without order. The apartment door slammed shut behind me, the sound echoing through the empty room. My back hit the wood as I slid down, my legs giving out completely. I ended up on the floor, shaking, my hands pressed hard over my face, like I could block the truth if I covered myself enough. “She never lost it,” I whispered. “She never lost her memory…”

For the longest time- she wanted me gone in her life. I was just that. Her biggest mistake in her life. It's funny how I remember all the bad stuff even after the accident. Why couldn't the accident just erase all my memory all at once? That would be better than remembering fragments of who you are. Just fragments you're trying so hard to piece together to convince yourself that you're whole, alive and okay. "I wanted to see you, of course." Mom smiled cheerfully, " Clarisse also asked to see you." "What time will you leave?"

Zara's POV An idea was taking a root in my head immediately I left Alex's ward. The idea had not left me overnight. What if Alex wakes up from coma with an Retrograde amnesia. Not able to remember everything, especially Maya. I woke up at six and it was exactly where I had left it, sitting in the front of my mind.... What if Alex woke up differently. What if there was a way to influence what he can remember or forget. I lay in bed for forty minutes running it forward.

I said, standing from the sofa, mom was shocked, her eyes studying my pissed face. “I wish he never existed, and I wish if I just forget about him, I wish that I could wake up with amnesia…because he was faking it all!” I finished, feeling a tear falling down my cheek, and with that I was falling apart. Mom rushed to me, pulling me into a tight hug. ****************

I wish I could turn back time and figure out exactly where things went wrong. The party. It started there. To start, I woke up the next day and didn’t remember a thing. I didn’t even remember leaving the party. And everything went bad after that. I keep trying to remember what made me leave but it’s impossible. It’s a memory that doesn’t exist at all.

he started, "there is a slight chance that Miss Mitchell will wake up but it could be weeks to months and if she did, she could wake up with amnesia due to the impact the fall had on her head." I looked to see Aspen had tears in his eyes, I had never seen him cry until now, his brown eyes were always clear not filled with tears, he was always enthusiastic. I wanted to wake up for him but I was scared that if I woke up, I could have amnesia. I wanted to wake up to see his big brown eyes looking into mine, his messy yet cute and sexy hair, his raspy and husky voice I would hear every morning when I woke up in his arms, his jawline that could cut through a diamond and lastly his big smile that

The question sat heavy in my chest. “I don’t know,” I said finally. “That’s the honest answer. I don’t know what I want. When he’s awake and looking at me with those eyes...like I’m still the girl he got married to a second time, I feel… something. Like maybe we could start over. Like the amnesia gave us a reset,but then I remember what he did. How he chose her over me. How he signed those papers without even watching the security footage that proved I didn’t push her. And I don’t know if I can ever forget that, even if he never remembers.”

God, I wished someone would knock me over the head so hard I got amnesia. How amazing would that be to wake up and not remember all the horrible things I witnessed. To forget the sound of my mother screaming, the sound of a saw cutting off her limbs. The feel of two men yanking on my limbs, ripping my clothes and forcing me on a bed. The sound of a gun going off, blood splattering my face. The moment I felt both terror and relief to see my best friend, holding the smoking gun in her hands.