Novel & Cerita My Little Amnesia

He stood up from the floor, pacing back and forth with his hands brushing through his hair, “Anna you have silent amnesia!” I stared at him, disbelief clouding my eyes. His words, "Silent amnesia," echoed in my mind. "Silent amnesia?" I whispered, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. "What… what does that even mean?" Alfred ran a hand through his hair, frustration etched on his face. "It means," he began, his voice strained, "that you've forgotten things. Important things. Things you can't consciously recall, but they're affecting you deeply."

"Declan, does it hurt?" I managed a weak grin. "If I can survive, then it doesn't matter if it hurts." Aunt Linda let out a chuckle and said, "You're going to live a long, long life, Declan." The surgery was a complete success. The doctor had warned me about potential memory loss, but so far, I could recognize everyone I saw. I had a nagging feeling that some things had indeed slipped away, but I had no desire to chase them down. In fact, I felt like forgetting them completely might actually make me happier.

"I... I don't know. I'm just so glad you're here. Can you talk to the doctor, please? I'd like to go home.” Her friends frowned, staring at her, and at long last they looked around to see us and exchanged greetings. Then they asked. Delia added, "What's wrong with her? I know Grandma Charlotte said her memory is all jumbled, but why is she talking about home as though you guys aren't here?" "That's because she has amnesia. Selective amnesia. Her brain kind of reset her memory. Her current life is temporarily forgotten, I hope. Her past life is what she's working with," the doctor explained to the girls.

She fumbles with her satchel, her composure visibly shaken. “What major is she taking?” I ask. She hesitates. “Actually… she wasn’t allowed to go into anything medical. We steered her toward arts and education. Literature, mostly.” “But she’s a natural healer,” I press gently. “You know that.” She opens her mouth. Closes it. I wait. “She doesn’t remember any of it,” she whispers after a long pause. “She’s had amnesia since she was ten. We told her it was from a fall. But…” Her eyes dart around the hallway. Then she lowers her voice.

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.

The matriarch. Her eyes landed on me the second I approached, cold and assessing. I knew that look too well. It always meant the same thing: You don’t belong here. “Taren. Kaela,” she said smoothly. “Kaela seems to be recovering well. Amnesia is sad, of course. But maybe some memories are better left forgotten.” I gave her a polite smile. “Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Voss.” Inside, my wolf bared her teeth.

He kissed me on the cheek and left. "Are you really okay? Why did you cry? That jerk did something right?" Peggy is still mad so I sighed deeply and took the courage to talk. "Can you three hear me out?" The three exchanged glances and nodded. "You know, before I entered high school, I had an accident. They said I was in a coma for 6 months. When I woke up, I can't remember what happened. My parents and my siblings didn't want to talk about it either. I can remember some of my memories before the accident but not all of them. I also forgot some of the people I have interacted with before. They said it's selective amnesia. The doctors said it was me who locked those memories. I tried so hard

I asked. "It wouldn't hurt to try at the very least because judging from how you talk about the poor guy's parents, I doubt he's in a good place right now. If they're as horrible as we think they are then I doubt he'll be getting his memory anytime soon and there's also the case of a familiar face. A patient with amnesia sometimes needs to see the face of a person he's most familiar with so that person could help trigger his memory to a certain extent. If he remains in an unfamiliar space, it'd be ten times harder," he informed me and I nodded my head in understanding.

the doctor emphasized once again. Lillian shook her head and frowned, putting on a troubled look before diving straight into Madeline’s arms. Madeline was wondering who she should feel sorry for when she saw the little girl’s reaction. She looked at Jeremy, whose brows were frowning while his eyes were brewing with indescribable remorse and suffering. Madeline broke the silence, afraid that Jeremy would start thinking about unnecessary things. “Doctor, what’s happening to my daughter? Why can’t she recognize my husband?” After analyzing Lillian’s condition, the doctor explained, “Since this child once had a concussion, we can’t exclude the possibility that she’s currently having amnesia.”

The second reason was harder to talk about. Three years ago I had woken up in a hospital bed in California with no memory of anything before that moment, not my childhood, not my teenage years, nothing. The doctors called it trauma-induced amnesia. Mum had held my hand and told me it would come back slowly, she told me my name too, she told me that I just needed time and rest and to stop pushing at the blank spaces so hard. She had told me London specifically might help, even when she denied two years ago that I wanted to come to London.