Songs About Amnesia Novels & Stories

from raising his eyebrow it turns to furrow his forehead! "I don't remember." "Is that so? you don't remember me? I'm your ex." "Ex? sorry I have memories that I don't remember."- Mary Ann "Amnesia?" luckily her mood suddenly lights up and her tone becomes approachable "Yes, they told me its Lacunar Amnesia."- Mary Ann, she plays her hair while answering "Really, how are you?" "I'm okay."- Mary Ann "Can I sit here?" "Sure."- Mary Ann

"It’s not uncommon after the type of accident you were in." Amnesia. The word echoed in my mind, a hole where memories should be. Alexis stood behind Pauline, her eyes pleading with me to remember, to understand. "I don’t remember you," I whispered, my forehead scrunched up in an effort to remember. "I don’t remember any of this." Alexis seemed agitated by this. She paced back and forth. The sound of her clicking heels only worsened my headache. "I want Sarah," I insisted, desperation creeping into my voice. Alexis flinched at the sound of the name.

Ryan was gone. I looked at my side table, to get a glass of water and there was a paper with something written on it. I took it and started to read. It was Ryan's message for me. It said, "I am going to my house. There are pills for headache in the drawer. I didn't mean to harm you in any way from the beginning. I just liked you the moment I met you. But now I saw how scared you were. So, I think we aren't meant for eachother. I will not come for you anymore. And I am sure you also want to stay away from me. You deserve a loving human. And I can't be one even if I pretend to be one. I hope you liked the moments we spent together but If you don't want my memories with you. You can call me any

“But there’s one thing you both need to understand.” Nana held Cecilia’s hand. The girl sat weakly on the bed, looking at them with an empty gaze. “Your daughter has total amnesia. She doesn’t remember who she is, has no memory of her past, and she doesn’t even recognize her own name.” Nana immediately turned to Cecilia. “Sweetheart… you don’t remember anything at all?” Cecilia slowly shook her head. “I’m sorry, Mama… I really don’t remember anything.”

Confusion clouded my thoughts as I struggled to grasp the elusive connection between us. Sensing my turmoil, he gently turned me to face him. His golden eyes searched mine, a silent plea evident in their depths. "Why don't you remember me?" he asked softly, pain lacing his words. I raised a hand to my temple, massaging the persistent ache that had taken residence there since my awakening. "I... I have amnesia," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "Since falling into that cave, everything's been a blur. I can't recall my past."

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.

As I continued to share my story, the host's eyes filled with compassion and understanding. "Cynthia, I have to ask," she said gently. "What was going through your mind during that time? How did you cope with the pain and the trauma?" I took a deep breath, feeling a wave of emotions wash over me. "To be honest, I didn't cope well at all," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I tried to bury my feelings and move on, but it only made things worse. I started to experience amnesia, forgetting my painful memories until they came flooding back in unexpected ways."

She gasped. "Amara!" Damian caught her before she fell. Her breathing became uneven. "I..." She squeezed her eyes shut. "I remember..." Everyone froze. "What do you remember?" Samuel asked gently. "A song..." She whispered. "My mother..." "...she used to sing..." A few broken notes escaped her lips. Soft. Almost forgotten. Eleanor's eyes widened. "No..." "What is it?" Damian asked. Eleanor looked at Amara in disbelief. "Finish the song." Amara tried.

Whatever drama happened between them had nothing to do with me. Instead, I fixed Mark with a challenging stare and stretched out five fingers in front of his face. "How many is this?" Mark scoffed. He looked like he was affronted by my audacity to test his mental faculties. Did amnesiacs also somehow lose memories of certain words or phrases? Because I was tempted to tell him; “beggars can't be choosers”, with how insulted he looked because I'd asked him that. "I only have amnesia, not a full-on lobotomy. Don't treat me like a child."

I can’t walk, I can’t see… damn it if I could just see you so I know you are telling me the truth. - Well, I am sorry too that you don’t believe me, but who knows, in time you will. But the fact is that you are going home with me because you need help and I can provide that help. - What about my family? When I asked this, the room filled with a heavy silence. Frankly, I didn’t like it. I could hear the doctor trying to explain. - Miss Sinclair, right now you suffer from what we call it selective amnesia. - What is that?