My Little Amnesia: Fluttershy Novels & Stories

" Then she stomped her feet back into the bed together with the cat. I follow her and explain. "Hey! Are you mad?" "No, we would I just annoyed because I remember the day when you're still mean at me Do you remember you even made me your slave You're almost mad at me, and do you remember the day that you has an amnesia to remember how you put some bubble gum into my hair and then When I get mad at you You kiss me our classmate remember that?"

I asked her and she looks at me confused. “It's on the 4th floor. Are you okay? It's like you forgot this place.” She says and sighed. “I have Anemia.” I say. Her lips part. “Isn't that blood loss or something.” She asked. How the hell do I know that?“I don't know. But it has something to do with memory loss. I kind of forgot a lot.” I say to her and she nod her head. “Oh you mean Amnesia? What happened? You seem fine to me.” Sierra asks and I look at her. I unbuttoned my shirt a little bit to show her the scar.

Kim said, his eyes wide with knowing amusement. They moved to the dining table, the silence punctuated by the clinking of cutlery. Nate finally broke the silence. "I found something interesting " "What is it, that she loves you," Kim teased. "Fuck off, I am serious, she has amnesia," he said, his voice low. Kim stopped mid-bite, his eyes widening. "Amnesia? What are you talking about?" "She can't remember her past," Nate explained, his gaze fixed on the swirling noodles in his bowl. "There's something… broken. Something missing."

I asked her. Her expression changed immediately and became sad. It was as if a switch was flipped and little tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. She grabbed my hands and looked at me. “Amara, you were not sick. Someone tried to get rid of you after you were thrown into the dungeon. It was the shock that happened that made you get selective amnesia.”

"Yes, so what?" "Hmm...I thought your memory gets erased or something when you turn into the little bunny creature," I say thoughtfully. Flutter shrugs. "I don't know. I've never been able to control it." "Well, we'll figure it out," I say, determination settling in my bones. "I promised to take care of you, and I will." Flutter's face softens, and she leans in to kiss me again. "Thank you," she murmurs against my lips.

"Chester, I'm sorry. I lied to you. I'm your real fiancee, not Janet." The moment Tiffany finished, Janet tightened her hold on my hand. I stayed quiet and looked up at Tiffany, her eyes brimming with tears. After a long beat, I smirked. "Is that so?" I threaded my fingers through Janet's and said, "I've got amnesia. I don't remember anything from before, so why would I take your word for it just because you said so?"

She wasn’t ready to face Amelia yet. When we met at the hospital, we rushed to find Healer Eve. She was standing outside the door to Amelia’s room, blocking us from entering. “What’s this about, Eve?” Dad asked. Eve sighed. “You should know before you go in. Amelia is suffering from amnesia. There is a very likely chance that she won’t remember you. She doesn’t even seem to remember herself. I’m hoping seeing you will trigger something, but I need you to be prepared that it might not.”

There was no mention of me other than the reference to the affairs that I'd had with each of them in the past, plus a little incentive for them to pay up unless they wanted their names on a list that would be handed over to the police for inspection since everyone I knew was a suspect in my attack. There was no way to trace these back to me. I was in the hospital suffering from amnesia after all. "Guess who's here?" Nurse Shelley came fluttering into the room all excited. I had to morph back into little orphan Annie so as not to give myself away. "Who?" My hand went to my head as if in pain as she fussed over me, fixing my pillows and pouring me water that I wasn't about to drink because it

My finger shook as I scrolled down, reading the endless comments questions, accusations, conspiracy theories. But I couldn’t even recognize myself in the photos, not truly. I couldn’t remember who I was, only who Ethan said I was. His fiancée. His love. And then there was Hope, the little girl whose face was so familiar and yet… so unfamiliar. I knew her. She was mine. But the memories, they were gone, stolen by the amnesia that blanketed my past. I felt her love, her trust, but I couldn’t remember the day she was born, couldn’t remember holding her in my arms for the first time.

The more she thought about it, the more confused Amada became. "Amada, don't forget you're losing your mind." Nathan chooses the right time to remind. Amada's face lit up at the fact that Nathan had affirmed. She moved her lips to argue back but then fell silent because Nathan had successfully reassured Amada, by emphasizing something very obvious. Amada has amnesia. It sounds unbelievable, but it's true. A complicated truth at this point. Amada couldn't look into the ash-gray eyes that were watching her closely. So I had to look the other way. Amada needs to calm down to consider more of the story, which she says is downright absurd.