Memory Chest Novels & Stories

“Go get some rest. I’ll speak with the doctor." I grabbed his hand. “Miles… I don’t want surgery.” He smiled gently. “Be good. Go back to your room.” I reluctantly left the doctor’s office. As I walked away, I heard Damon’s voice behind the door. “Her brain activity is unusual. Technically, there shouldn’t be any issues, but for some reason, this region responsible for memory and cognition shows changes. "That shadow—we can’t tell if it’s a clot or just neural inactivity from the amnesia…”

I let her taunt slide and turned to Kane on the bed, pain and disbelief burning in my eyes. "Get his memory back?" I gave a brittle smile. My voice hitched, like I was already about to cry, like her thoughtless cruelty had just broken something in me. "Don't you know, Selena?" I faced her, my voice raw with betrayal. "Mnemowort is a cure for ordinary wolves. But for Kane, whose wolf is grievously wounded, any herb that forces his memories back is deadly poison!" My voice spiked, hoarse with fear. "That'll cage his broken wolf in those splintered memories, ripping at him over and over! Whenever he thinks back, it'll feel like his wolf is being torn open all over again!

My chest tightened with unease. The haunting image of his lifeless eyes and the charred remains of his body plagued my every waking moment. It was as if my mind had carved a permanent, vivid portrait of that catastrophic incident. The memory, like a relentless echo, followed me wherever I went. But I knew, deep down, that constantly dwelling on the gruesome details would only serve to keep me trapped in a cycle of despair.

Whoever told you that, that can't be true, I still think you and Stella are related if not sisters. Well here's the thing Paolo, I still have all the memories of my life except those related to Stella's leaving, most of the memories related to her are non-existent, I barely remembered her. Well, Bella, it's good to hire a professional, but you should know that if you decide to let go of those memories, it will only be for a good reason. Our will is very strong. I don't think those memories are easy to return. Are you even sure how real they are? Those memories are probably false memories, isn't it possible that your fragile mind longs to fill a void in it that can make up or receive anything

"Mary, Peter isn't well. I only found out recently. It hasn't been long. My brother, when he had the accident, hit his head. His skull was fractured, and... well, you can imagine what happens when that happens." Mary froze, her expression turning to one of terror. "Yes, Mary, his brain was damaged. You knew that. He lost his memory, but what you didn’t know is that parts of his brain couldn’t be recovered, most of it was in the hippocampus." "Peter, as he starts to remember his past, is forcing his brain, which is making it overwork. That’s what has led us to this situation." "What situation?" Mary asked, concern rising in her voice.

Mental illness? Griffin suddenly realized he had overlooked something crucial. Emerald had struggled with depression during her adolescence. "Is there any way to restore her memory?" he asked urgently. Dr. Woods sighed. "It’s difficult—unless she experiences another intense emotional trigger. Amnesia can have many causes. Sometimes, the brain erases certain memories as a defense mechanism, especially if the patient is subconsciously afraid of something. It’s similar to how animals instinctively recognize danger when they encounter a fallen member of their own species. Whether her memory returns or not… well, with current medical knowledge, it’s nearly impossible to force it from the outside.

"Your mom is really lucky she found him wandering off the streets. There's only a couple of special kids like him around the world. They're very rare." "What do you mean?" She asked creasing her eyebrows together. Paulina laughed softly. She thought that the Parker knew that Ace was a very special child. "Didn't you ever notice? Ace has a photographic memory. Everything he has read, seen, or heard is permanently stuck in that little head of his and his brain absorbs all the information. He will remember them word for word or even what you were wearing yesterday." "Are you sure? I've never really notice before?" Kelsey asked in bewilderment and amazement.

I groaned out of frustration “I don’t have retentive memories .it died “ he said opening the doors to the cafeteria. “ what do you mean by he died, peoples bring don’t die like that except you’re an old person are you in your 50s? I had to ask because I remember my mom telling me that Her father ,my grandfather had amnesia when he was in his late 50s or early 50s and make them not remember things because their brain dies from all the stress and overthinking from the mafia works. So Marcus telling me that was very odd ,does that mean I was having a crush on an elderly man.

**** ~ Flashback ~ Before heading to the library, Evelina and Rissa are on their way to the opposite end of the class to the library. Evelina walks and she stops from her path, she just remembers that there was something she forgot. Seeing Evelina's reaction stop, Rissa asks her. "Eve, what's wrong? Is there anything you left in the classroom?" "No, I forgot something. That actually, I wanted to return the book in the library," she replied.

I sat up and snapped a finger when I remembered what Kath said about Kim’s father’s second wife. “What about the suspicion about Maezy?” I shook my head. I really didn’t think I knew Maezy before. My heart leaped when I realized something. And I related it to what Kim had said about our brain refusing something that is extremely hurting us. Could the reason I couldn’t remember Maezy was because she was one of those people that my brain refused to remember?