Memory Loss Novels & Stories

the other one said. Their words hit me like a tidal wave. Amnesia. “She seems to have forgotten all her memories from when you went to college. Her last memory is from a day before you go to college,” the head doctor explained, and I turned to Dante, fear and confusion flooding me. “It’s pretty common with people who have lost their memories to lose some parts of their memories, especially when their brain is trying to protect them from a traumatic past. It hides those memories from them,” he explained.

Instead, my jaw felt tight. He stopped, then added, "Her memory loss is critical. The trauma has hurt her brain badly. We will keep giving her the medicine we talked about. As long as she keeps taking it, she should never get back what was taken from her." I stared at him. He looked at me one last time and said it plainly.

They really both deserve each other. We were covered by silence for a while until Thunder broke it again. "You're getting prettier, Amber. That explains why Blake was flashing a big smile and a good mood earlier when we met," he said with a shaking head. I creased my forehead in confusion. "Hmm… Blake?" I asked to clarify if I heard the name right. "Yes, Blake," he emphasised the word. "Uh… I thought you are going to meet here," he paused. "Wait, are you having amnesia again?" he continued, making me more puzzled.

Darryl rushed forward and pressed his hands onto Shelly's shoulders as he shouted desperately. When she felt the pressure of Darryl's hands on her shoulders, Shelly blushed and said, "Darryl, I was just looking at Lily's CT scan. Her brain injury was pretty serious. I believe she is suffering from Selective Memory Loss." Selective Memory Loss? Darryl's heart sank; he was stunned. Shelly nodded. "Yes, selective memory loss, which is the loss of memory over a certain period. She could not recognize you, but she knew about everyone else. It appeared that she had lost her memories from the past three

Did you put cream and sugar too? Yes, it's a mixture of coffee, chocolate, whipped cream and a little sugar. Naomi responded. Naomi was misty-eyed... she couldn't remember her favorite hot drink. Ari was in Dr Steven's room... explaining what selective amnesia was. Selective amnesia is a type of amnesia in which the sufferer loses certain parts of their memory. Common elements that may be forgotten are relationships with people, special talents, where they live, abilities in certain areas, and or traumatic events.

Adriel's phone rang, breaking the silence in his study. He answered, his voice firm. "Steven, what did you find out?" "Hey, boss. I have got some info on hyperamnesia," Steven said, his voice serious. "From what I gathered, hyperamnesia is a rare condition where a person's memory is...uhmm… altered. They might forget important details, or even entire chunks of their life." Adriel's grip on the phone tightened. "What do you mean by 'altered'?"

She contemplated, but how could she know what she had forgotten when it was already not part of her memory? Dr. Halliday said, "I've been researching your condition lately. The onset symptom of your condition is absent-mindedness, which means you'll easily forget recent events. However, it won't cause you too much inconvenience because you'll eventually recall those memories. One day, if you encounter a stranger that recognizes you but not you of him, that may indicate your condition has worsened. Therefore, you must take your medication consistently. It would be best if the above scenario never happened; it's not as severe if you only forget things and not people." Josephine nodded in ackno

Sean frowned and said in an even more unkind tone. The doctor explained, "To put it simply, the memory loss is a form of self-defense after one's badly injury. She's completely normal and healthy in the physical aspect, but she deliberately forgot something. The situation of Miss is serious. According to my observation, she chose to completely forget who she is, what her name is." "... " Unable to withstand such a grief, Savannah felt a pain in her heart. All she could see was darkness, and her body went limp as she passed out in her husband's embrace.

Her fall was quite fatal, so it is expected to happen,' the doctor said making my insides tighter. ‘If she forgot who she is in recent times then she should remember me from her past. She was supposed to express shock at seeing me after so many years but she obviously doesn't know who I am at all,’ I said. Getting up from my seat, I started pacing. ‘It is called selective memory loss. I guess her mind had a reason to wipe that off,’ the doctor said. ‘Of all the people she could forget, her mind chose to wipe off all the memories of my existence? How convenient?’ I hissed.

He studied me for a moment before asking, “Do you remember your name?” I searched my mind for an answer, but nothing came. It was like staring into an empty space. I can’t seem to remember anything. “I can’t remember anything.” I struggled with my words weakly. “It’s okay,” he said. “You’ve experienced severe shock. Memory loss in cases like yours isn’t uncommon. It should come back in time.” I wanted to believe him, but the fear of not knowing who I was anymore got me worried. I could not even remember how I got here.