Memórias Novels & Stories

“I don’t want to talk about her.” “Are you sure? You don’t want to talk to me about any . . . feelings you may have about her? I know what it’s like to have your own mother hurt you.” “You do? You remember your mother?” Tom asked with bewilderment. “You don’t have amnesia anymore?” “No, darling, I still have amnesia but I remember things from time to time. It comes sporadically.” “What does sporadica . . . ly mean?” “It means occasionally. I had a memory of my mother . . . doing to me what your mother did to your father.”

He leaned against the back of an armchair, and Ria perched on the arm of a couch. "I'm fine,” she replied. "I guess Antonio told you about what happened yesterday?" Dr Smith shook his head. "He didn't tell me much. Just that you've been getting a few flashes of memory." Ria nodded slowly. "I still can't remember much from the memories I've gotten. Nothing is clear." "That's not out of the ordinary. Are you in pain of any kind? Do the memories coming back affect you in any way?" Ria shook her head. "Not really. Just a slight ringing in my ears sometimes, but after the memory passes, I'm usually fine. Should I be worried they're not returning fast enough?"

Labeled: MEMORY // UNRESTRICTED // VERSION: HUMAN ---

Timothy stared, without giving an answer. "You said you were going to give an answer as to why she doesn't remember who the fuck I am, but she remembers that piece of shit. That trash bag." Timothy sighed, walking back to his seat with a warm cup of coffee. "It's a condition that is associated with people who have a brain tumor and have had surgery for the tumor. The memories are originally stored in the Cerebral Cortex. Their brain, knowing it could lose its memories, protects the most important memories moving them from the Cerebral Cortex to the Amygdala, which stores the emotional aspect of the memories. And we can say this is the category your memories with her fall into. Unfortunately,

I said to Fabian, "Honestly, I don't remember much of our past." His eyes grew red-rimmed when he heard me, but he forced a smile. "Anya, I came to confess something. I won't ask for your forgiveness, but I think I should tell you the truth," he said. "Do you remember the vitamins I gave you a few months ago? They weren't really vitamins but an experimental drug I developed. They can erase parts of a person's memory, and they haven't been released outside the lab."

She'll make you curse, but she a blessing She'll rip your shirt within a second You'll be coming back, back for seconds With your plate, you just can't help it No, no you'll play along Let her lead you on, on, on You'll be saying, "No, no" Then saying, "Yes, yes, yes" 'Cause she messin' with your head Oh, she's sweet but a psycho A little bit psycho At night she screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" Oh, she's hot but a psycho So left but she's right though At night she screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind"

But I was still not in the mood for calls, so I decided to turn my phone off. I woke up the next morning, I didn't know when I slept in. My head was still banging, and I was reminded that my husband was dead. Last night's event kept replaying, I looked beside my nightstand, I took our wedding portrait and looked at the man I married, The one who left me a widow even though he's been gone for a long time his Memories of us were still fresh in my head. Tears filled my eyes, my sight was blurry, I placed the portrait upside down and made my way to the kitchen counter to take some medications for the headache. Knock knock (someone was knocking)

Muling usisa ko. "May retrograde amnesia ka raw. Ito'y isang uri na amnesia, kung saan ay hindi mo talaga maaalala ang mga old memories mo. Maging ang iyong sarili at ang mga taong nakapaligid sa'yo ay malaki ang posibilidad na hindi mo maalala." Patuloy niyang paliwanag, dahilan upang mas lalo akong maguluhan. "May pag-asa pa raw ba'ng makaalala ako?"

New Start My eyes were blurred by tears as I walked out from our house. My hands are shaking so badly that I am having a hard time opening my car. My first thought is to go to Maia's house. It's already late in the evening but I can't think of some place that I could stay in. Pearl's place is also not available as she is missing. I don't know where did she go. I was about to start the engine when I remembered that I forgot to bring my things with me. I need to get it. But I don't know how to go back there. My dad probably will throw or destroy my things if he sees me.

“I’m so sorry for your loss. I understand what you feel completely.” “Thank you.” “Does it ever get any better?” He asked. “People say that time heals all wounds. Is it true?” “The wounds never really heal. And in the small chance that they do, there will always be a scar. Losing someone is like losing a part of yourself that you can never take back.” What the fuck am I saying? I was supposed to make him feel better, not make him feel worse. But I can’t lie to him. Even after ten years, I miss my parents dearly. Her death did not make things easier for me as well. It’s like the pain just keeps on adding up until I explode. “Sometimes you think that you’ve moved on, only to realize that you h