Memory Loss Novels & Stories

"Oh... okay. Thank you, Doc Oliver." When my co-doctor leaves the room, I was just sighing the whole time when I saw Audrey just standing on the side of her mom's bed, and she couldn't do anything. Kris does not remember any of us, and as far as I know about short-term memory loss, it is a condition in which the patient forgets the things that happened to them recently.

The doctor looked at us. “This is a positive sign.” I looked at him. “What does it mean?” “It means his memory is not completely lost. He recognizes familiar people, understands basic information, and remembers important parts of his life.” “Then why doesn’t he remember me?” The doctor hesitated. “That is what we need to understand.” My stomach twisted. He continued, “From what we are seeing, Adrian may have selective memory loss. Some periods of his life may be missing while others remain intact.”

“Based on the questions we've asked and his responses so far, we're estimating somewhere between five and seven years.” My mouth fell open. “Seven years?” “Approximately. We'll continue assessing him to understand the extent of the memory loss.” I sat down. Five to seven years, that explained Doris. It explained his reaction to the boys looking older. I pulled out my phone. “Give me a minute.” I opened my search engine and typed retrograde amnesia. The explanation appeared immediately. Loss of memories formed before an injury or medical event. Older memories could remain while newer ones disappeared.

If this had been me pre-memory loss, I would have stormed out in anger after hearing such insulting words. Yet now, having forgotten everything about Jaden and feeling no love for him, I naturally would not pay attention to those mocking glances. However, appearances still mattered. I was still Jaden's fiancée, and there were certain social situations I had to handle. I moved through the crowd with him, exchanging empty pleasantries and drinking glass after glass of wine. Soon, I became dizzy from the alcohol as I was unable to handle it well. I found a quiet spot to rest. I had just sat down when I saw Lillian holding a blue medicine bottle and shaking pills

I continued softly, “and for a while, I forgot he was even there. It frightened me. And then, just yesterday, I went to the kitchen to get water. When I reached there, I forgot why I came.” I twisted my fingers together on my lap, ashamed to say it out loud. The doctor leaned back slightly, his expression thoughtful. “Have you been stressed lately? Thinking too much? Feeling fear often? Or perhaps… experiencing some sort of mental breakdown?” I lowered my eyes. “Yes. I’ve been going through a lot these past weeks. It’s been draining me.” He nodded slowly. “That explains some things. What you’re describing is memory loss, often triggered by severe stress, traum

Lena whispered soothing nonsense beside him. Jay clung to her voice even though she was the worst emotional support human alive. I stayed back, fists clenched so hard my knuckles ached. James finished checking the bandages, lifted the chart, scribbled something, then finally turned to me with a look that hit harder than a punch. “The memory loss isn’t just medical,” he said. “It’s psychological.” I tensed. “What do you mean psychology? You said earlier it was from the trauma.” “It is,” he said. “But it’s not just physical trauma. It’s selective. He’s remembering the things his mind feels safe remembering. He’s forgetting the things that cause emotional load.”

“Really? I don’t remember you at all.” “That’s impossible,” she whispered, her eyes trembling as she muttered to herself, dazed and broken. “No, Mr. Wilson must be wrong. You can’t have lost your memory.” Her voice cracked, and she cried until she could barely breathe.

**** ~ 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 asked nervously. “Mr. Hernandez, I am saying that Nyla is suffering memory loss. In other words, she has amnesia and I’m not sure how long it would take before she gets back her memory. It’s hard to predict, these dents are small and her memory can come back anytime.” A look of horror came over my face, and I could hear my mom and sister gasping. Turning to Nyla, I saw that she was still confused as to what's going on.

My heart ached for him, for the man who was always so strong, now facing something so completely out of his control. "What can we do to help him jog his memory?" I asked, desperation creeping into my voice as I searched the doctor’s face for any glimmer of hope. The doctor sighed, folding his hands together. "I would suggest you start retelling him everything—events, stories, your life together. It can help trigger memories. But I must be honest, it could take months, even a year, or in the worst-case scenario, the memories might never come back. But life has to go on, so it’s better if he starts relearning all the events in his life. Thankfully isolated memory loss<