Songs About Amnesia Novels & Stories

"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?"

Don't you think I would know? Amnesia, all memories fade until they disappear Where have you gone? I try to forget it every time I see you, I see you I thought I could do it without it Now I know I need you, I need you This is turning into some kind of fucking amnesia, I need you Memories fade away Love is so crazy So break me and do it again tomorrow I almost forgot who we are I'll let you drive me crazy for another day Isn't this love madness, madness?

"What's with the tone, Damian? Calvin was kind enough to pack up your things for you, but instead of thanking him, you're getting all sarcastic?" Calvin's eyes turned red with tears, and he ducked behind Dad like a wounded child. Seeing this, Anna snarled at me, "You meanie! Don't you dare pick on my dad! Get out of our house!" At that moment, I couldn't help but laugh. My heart shattered, and I couldn't stop shaking. Yvonne had stayed silent up until that moment. She fixed her depthless eyes on me and bit out, "You faked your memory loss, didn't you, Damian?"

She just looked at me almost in tears while holding my hand tightly. "Amber, she lost her memory, selective amnesia, I was there when the doctor said that, we try to test her, I try to ask her if she knows you or even her other friends but she doesn't really remember, I even let her see your picture, I just don't know now if she still remembers me, so friend, I was afraid to see you get hurt by this reality, I know how much you love her " I felt weak, my knee fell to the ground, tears suddenly formed in my eyes ... hmmmm sob* sob* hmmmm it's all my fault Van, I was the cause of her accident, hmmmmm Oh god Amber .... I am so sorry ...

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.

♥THEME SONG RELATED TO THIS CHAPTER♥ ♥ Memories Song by Maroon 5 ♥ ♥Here's to the ones that we got Cheers to the wish you were here, but you're not 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories Of everything we've been through Toast to the ones here today Toast to the ones that we lost on the way 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories And the memories bring back, memories bring back you There's a time that I remember when I did not know no pain

She looked at Aurora and held her hands “ Aurora, what are you talking about? Why are you worried about Max when Mr. King is here? Aurora pulled her hands away and looked at the doctor with a stern look. “Who are these people?” Aurora was now getting confused and lost. The doctor looked at all of Aurora’s worried family and took them out of the room to let them know what was going on. “Amnesia, it's called Amnesia, according to the information her therapist gave us it's possible she is trying to protect herself but I think she failed and went back to the part she wanted to forget the moment.” The doctor explained to them.

"I know this is coming to an end Aware of all the pain that will ensue And when it leaves a hole inside my chest I'm not sure how I'll cover up the wound My body's filled with my regret And sorrow Gloomy symphonies fill my head, mhh Tonight I think I'll write the saddest song To cleanse me of your memory and mend me when you're gone I can feel we're barely holding on So tonight I think I'll write the saddest song And maybe when I play it in my room I won't feel so empty when I'm thinking about you I can feel we're barely holding on So tonight I think I'll write the saddest song Mhh-mh, mhh, Mhh-mh

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."

“What’s going on? Why can’t I remember anything?” Dr. Vincent sighed, his eyes kind, his voice heavy. “You’re likely suffering from amnesia,” he said, his words measured, his hand on my arm. “The trauma from the gunshot, the blood loss, the surgery—it can disrupt memory. It might return in days, weeks, maybe months or years. We’ll run tests, monitor you, see if anything comes back.” I nodded, my tears streaming, my heart racing, my pain a constant throb. “Amnesia?” I whispered, my voice cracking, my fear raw. “How did this happen? Who shot me? Why?”