The Night Of The Amnesiac Novels & Stories

# Day 23 What do you want Agustin De Luca? You always wanted me to beg, to break me....I am fucking broken, I am fucking begging you, let me live.... You have already broken me into pieces now please have mercy and at least leave my pieces along, before no trace of me is left. ....................................................... # Day 24 I want you to be nothing more than a distant memory, or maybe not even that, is there any way to induce amnesia? ........................................................ # Day 25

So in the end, Dianne was the only one who entered the room of the doctor who was treating Nicolas. "What!! Amnesia?!" Diane gaped. She was sure she didn't hear anything wrong when the doctor gave the diagnosis about her boss. Just how many times has the girl had to be shocked in the last 24 hours? "You mean, amnesia like the one in the movies?" asked Dianne to the doctor. She almost couldn't believe it, it was strange to find this case in her life. "Didn't you say before dawn that his head was just leaking?"

“I am me and you are you. We could not change it. I wouldn’t change it. Our paths were not meant to cross, but they did. That must mean something, right? Now, I am putting us at another crossroads. We could spend one unforgettable night today and have a lifetime of certainty apart. Or we could have a lifetime together, making each uncertain night unforgettable. Ryo Matsuda, what does your heart tell you?” The camera panned to Ryo, displaying his face. Everyone in the venue and those watching at home could see his shock. But none of them felt the nuclear bombs detonating inside him. What does his heart tell him? Does he need to answer that? He looked at the vacant seat beside him and read the

Not a soul in sight. What the hell happened last night? I replayed it for the tenth time in my head. The flicker of lights at the lounge. Amaya’s voice in my ear. The warmth of whiskey still sliding down my throat. Or… was that before the glitch? Had I already finished my drink before the blackout? I wasn’t sure anymore. Hell. My memory was scrambled, like a scratched-up record—skipping the parts that mattered most. Could Amaya have slipped something into my glass? Did she even have enough time?

“I need you to wake up. Please… my love. I need you.” Months turned into a year. A year turned into two. And then, one morning, Nathan woke up. But I wasn’t there. And worst still, he lost his entire memory. The doctors called it retrograde amnesia. They said the impact to his head had erased huge parts of his past. Faces, moments, emotions, gone. He didn’t remember the accident. He didn’t remember the hospital. And most painfully, he didn’t remember me. Just an hour before it happened, my mother noticed his finger twitch. She froze, then grabbed my father’s arm, whispering urgently. Their eyes met, and in that brief exchange, a decision was made, one I didn’t know at the time, but would suf

Minus The DEMONS who’d cooked up last night’s events had taken up residency inside my skull. They jabbed me awake with their pitchforks and set up some sort of sadistic slide show of last night’s events. Strange scenes played out in my mind like fragmented flickers, and I could barely make sense of what was real, and what was imagined. The last thing I clearly remembered was a tray of shot glasses, the karaoke machine firing up, and dancing with two very handsy women. Shit, for all I knew, I was currently in bed with one…or both of them. I was afraid to open my eyes and look.

Unfortunately for her, though, she forgot everything that happened right after she stepped into the bar of Luxur Hotel. According to her aunt, her doctors said it was dissociative amnesia. The trauma to her accident made her forget specific events, nearing to her mishap, and that included the night she spent with… Alric, the not so… forgettable man after all. “We should go to the mall now, Cla - Alana?” It was Lilith, another old friend who abandoned Alana after falling pregnant. According to Lilith, since her popularity was down the drain, she had no reason to be friends with her anymore.

“Such is the way of a scared girl, aye? You would be dead already if I wanted to kill you. That’s the appetite of a Roman, hmm? Kill them all and build fences? Shut up your fool mouth and open your foolish mind. I’m going to enlighten you.” “What?” Quintus stammered, his anger going in many directions. “It is Lammas, a high holiday for us from all time we know.” Drust stepped a bit away from them, both arms up high when he said Lammas, but he dropped them soon after. “Today, this very evening, I’ll have my vital sacrifice and you will all go out and be a part of it willingly. My hands won’t get wet with your blood a single drop.” Porcius said under his breath, “That’s big of ya.”

With no knowledge of which way to go, I hit something hard and I black out. The next thing I know I wake up screaming in my bed, I shiver uncontrollably as the dried sweat makes my hair stick to my head. The sheets tangled at the foot of the bed, but my heart beat is already slowing because I’m at home safe and secure from any of those monsters out there in the woods. It was just a nightmare. In all the 17 years of my life, that would have to be the scariest nightmare I have ever had. I know I can’t go back to sleep after having a nightmare like that, so I get my phone out and check the time, its 2 in the morning I still have 5 hours until I have to get up. What am I going to do? I figure I

I push myself up straighter against the pillows, wincing slightly at the pull in my head, but she doesn’t look away from him. “Okay,” I said slowly. “What the fuck is going on?” The bluntness of it slices through the room. Aiden stills. Not offended. Not shocked. Just… bracing. “Clara—” “No.” I shake my head, the movement making me dizzy, but she powers through it. “I wake up in a hospital. I don’t remember half of what happened. A nurse calls us a couple. I remember you almost hitting me with your car.” My voice tightens. “And somehow we live together?”