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

* To Be Continued * "YOU'RE CRAZY!" I shouted. Even though it's slow because I still feel weak, but I'm glad I was able to make the two people in front of me gasp. Somehow I feel annoyed because they think I'm amnesic. Even though in fact my memory is fine. Nothing's wrong. After saying that, I hurriedly tried to get out of this white bed. Maybe I should look healthy so they don't think I'm sick, let alone amnesic. How could a beautiful girl with a strong memory like me be called amnesic. They are crazy!

“Oh yeah? Tell your cock and bull stories to someone else who doesn’t have a brain in their head.” “I suffer from amnesia and I can't remember you. Well then how can I remember my father, mother, even minute details about my childhood?”

Was it really necessary to conceal my medical condition and change the doctor? It seemed like an inconsequential detail. What would it matter if everyone knew about my illness? It wasn’t even really an illness, just a case of amnesia. I paused. Could this be related to my amnesia? No, it couldn't be. My mind was filled with surreal images, various versions of what I might have missed as a child. There were pictures of Annalise and Stella, scenes from when I fell off a motorcycle, and more… Those images were strange, and they gave me a slight headache. I took a deep breath to calm myself down.

Helene excuses herself once she's certain that things have been set straight between us, which I agree is quite important if I'll keep having her come around to check on my health and improvement. Not long after she leaves, I sit up and decide to pull the curtains open and get a view of outside. But there is a strange neighborhood staring back at me. Not the slightest familiarity, not the slightest remembrance. “Fuck!’’ I curse under my breath, sweeping the curtain close in frustration. Amnesia has to be the worst thing that would happen to anyone. I can't even recognise what my own neighborhood used to look like. Not the people I once knew, or the people I once loved.

She would never let go of the person who wanted to ruin her. Pain, hatred, anger, drowned out all her reason. "Ah..." Amanda slammed her head against the glass, the pain was unbearable, as if her whole head was about to explode. Her temples throbbed violently; with each pulse, the pain intensified. Happy memories gradually receded from her mind. She didn't know that such a miraculous drug existed in this world. A drug that could actually cause amnesia.

In most cases, you still have the memories but can’t access them. Her kind of amnesia would be retrograde dissociative amnesia, and this affects finding old memories. It’s like a glitch or error that would keep her from accessing or checking out a specific memory. People with dissociative amnesia do not realize they have gaps in their memory, and that is exactly what I’m hoping for. This can last until memory loss affects part of their sense of identity or if someone brings up or asks something a person knows they should remember but can’t.

"He's just being a pest...I don't want to have anything to do with him.” "You didn't let him kiss you,right?" I shook my head. He grinned. "We didn't do anything" He held my hand, then placed his hand on my cheeks. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, Danica. I know you're scared because I'm really not the ideal person to like at the moment...but I will never leave you, I promise. Even when I recover from my amnesia, I would still want you.” Was it bad to wish that he doesn't recover from his amnesia at all?

Too bad I don't remember anything! One girl with amnesia, with whom I was in rehab, told me that she began to remember what she had forgotten in her dreams. I was terribly jealous of her then, because I don’t dream of anything! Well, not exactly, of course, some dreams still visit me, but I very much doubt that this is my past. There are rustic solid houses, big gray dogs and ...

I demand, narrowing my eyes instantly. I don't tell very many people about my amnesia. Three years ago, I woke on a cold sidewalk with nothing but the clothing on my body, with no previous memory of where I came from or who I was. I took odd jobs around a few different neighborhoods before I became financially secure enough to rent a small apartment, and everything blossomed from there. The man shakes his head, his eyes darkening. "Interesting indeed...The others will want to hear of this. They've been searching for you, Hecate. It's not often a Goddess disappears."

I buried my face on my pillow and cried overnight until exhaustion pulled me to sleep. I've been staring at the ceiling since I woke up. It's just four in the morning and I can't think of anything to do except of knocking my head in a rock to remember every piece of my memory just like how the protagonist in a certain drama who suffered from amnesia and she just knocked herself out and boom! She finally remember everything. I groaned in frustration. I faced the wall of my room and was about to knock myself when my phone beeped. I closed my eyes to contain my irritation. Who in their right mind will text someone this early?!