My Little Amnesia Novels & Stories

I needed to make sure I understood them correctly. “Yes, she doesn’t like us mentioning the word Dad because it usually gets her upset even though she pretends it does not.” Erica whispered reluctantly and my instinct told me I would not like what was coming next. “Why do you think that is? I mean why will the word Dad cause her so much distress?” I pushed, ashamed of myself but unable to stop it. “Because she has amnesia. She can’t remember who our Dad is.” Eric dropped the bombshell slowly and it took the silence that followed his words to make me appreciate the importance of that revelation

"Well well, make yourself at home. My husband isn't in town right now, but he will return today evening. He's a heavy worker... Feel free to come over any time that you like." She turned to leave and Dawn tailed her. Avoiding my eyes. Her face was still reddened. She waited until they were in the lobby before whispering. I wouldn't have been able to hear her if I wasn't impurified. "Mum... I think he has amnesia..." "Oh, my... Did he tell you that?" "Well, he said he can't really remember many things about himself." "Oh my. What a poor boy. Well people suffering from amnesia usually recover their memories with time. Showing them familiar objects might also act like a trigger."

the elderly man asked again. “Y-Yes, sir,” she lied. “I-I don’t remember anything at all.” “You mean you don’t even remember your own name?” the little girl chimed in with a question. She slowly nodded. “Yes. I don’t know... who I am.” “So that means you have anesthesia?” the young boy suddenly asked, making her turn to look at him. “Stupid!” the little girl snapped, lightly smacking the boy on the head. “Anesthesia? You mean amnesia!”

Only then did I let out a slow breath. I drove back to the office, replaying the day in my head. My phone vibrated on the desk, it was Richard. “How did it go? Anything to report?” I stared at the message for a second before typing back. “Amnesia is real. She doesn’t remember.” His reply came immediately. You’re certain? “Completely.” Three dots appeared. “Keep watching anyway.” Of course. I leaned back slightly, jaw tightening. Even now, it wasn’t enough.

I walk to the laptop and read what he was working on. "Amnesiac Mind Drug" The smallest dose causes the user to experience a severe memory loss which depending on the dosage can either be permanent or temporary. I scan down the file till I find the person who created this Drug. Anastasia Amber Knight. I close the laptop and run outside. I get into my car and drive to the hospital. My father has a lot of explaining to do. . I run up to the hospital receptionist. "Um... excuse me I'm looking for a red head woman who was in Labour and her husband has black hair"I tell the lady.

Helene excuses herself once she's certain that things have been set straight between us, which I agree is quite important if I'll keep having her come around to check on my health and improvement. Not long after she leaves, I sit up and decide to pull the curtains open and get a view of outside. But there is a strange neighborhood staring back at me. Not the slightest familiarity, not the slightest remembrance. “Fuck!’’ I curse under my breath, sweeping the curtain close in frustration. Amnesia has to be the worst thing that would happen to anyone. I can't even recognise what my own neighborhood used to look like. Not the people I once knew, or the people I once loved.

" Mig exclaimed. "Amnesia ?" I thought within. "Yes your memory has been lost,you won't be able to remember anything from the past for some period of time" She said and my heart dropped. "That's pretty bad" Mig sighed. "Yes it is. And also we didn't find any means of identification on you" The lady said. I tried holding back the tears that was threatening to flow out but i couldn't,it rolled down to my cheeks...continuously. Why can't i remember a thing?

“Agreed. I will help Celeste buy her dress.” Present: “Patients suffering from Dissociative amnesia may forget specific events or time periods. You only lost three to four years of your memory before the mishap and that's how you remember your parents including the incidents that happened in your childhood. Unfortunately that was exactly the time when I entered your life and thus you don't remember me.” Anthony blinked his eyes repeatedly to control the welling tears.

“She argues with me. She breaks coffee mugs because she refuses to settle for a man who wants to silence her. She doesn’t care about my money, or my title, or my family.” Irene’s breath caught visibly. She went perfectly still, held captive by the sincerity in my tone. “You asked me who I was looking for, Irene,” I continued, leaning in until only the width of the table separated us. “The truth is, I had amnesia about the night we met. I didn’t remember your name. I didn’t remember the club.” I held her gaze. “But my body remembered you.” My voice dropped lower. “My nervous system remembered exactly how it felt to be awake for the first time in years.”

I can't help but stare at myself in the mirror while brushing my teeth. What if I am indeed from Rema? Dissociative amnesia. I suffer from dissociative amnesia, so I can't recall my childhood memories. I didn't expect everything to be that complicated. I only want to find Shena, but right now... I'm at a loss on what to do initially.