Why Does Nobody Remember Me Novels & Stories

He nodded for heavier effect in the end. After all of the conversation I had on my part, he won't listen to me? Really? It was pointless. I was hurt and angry, and I was in pain. This conversation wasn't going anywhere. There were so many things I wanted to say that I wanted to express. "When you were little—you had an accident that caused the four years of your memories to be lost due to amnesia. That's why you don't seem to remember me, Uzair, or any of us."

His brow furrowed, and his expression visibly darkened. He should have been confident, believing I wouldn't forget anything about him. But now, doubt flickered across his face. If someone truly wanted to forget, how could they possibly remember? Nicholas realized that if what I said was true, the only explanation was that I had chosen to forget him, and that hurt more than the idea of me simply forgetting with time. He remembered every little detail about me, down to the baby hairs on my forehead. He had even instructed a tattoo artist to ink my portrait onto his skin. So, how could I not even remember his phone number?

“I already did but I found nothing. They said that the CCTV around the restroom side wasn't working that day.” “This is bad. How are we going to find out what happened? Maybe I should try harder to know if I can remember something…” “Don't worry. I will think of a way.” He cuts in. “Just like I said, don't be hard on yourself. Don't try to remember anything if it's going to cause you pain. I don't want anything to happen to you. Promise me that you won't try to force yourself to remember what happened?” How can I make such a promise when I am so curious to know what's going on with me. Why can't I remember what happened to me? What is that memory that got erased from my mind and why?

I smiled at him. I am still quite worried of what may happen for the next few days staying in here. I don't know how to reach out with my parents and my friends. They might have forgotten and disowned me for hiding a long years from them. But, a thought came across in my mind that most of the time shattering my heart. Did they even think of finding me? Or at least worried about me and exerted at least an effort to look for me? And if they do, why did they let me live on my own? They might have been very mad and disappointed at me, really.

I try asking myself what happen to me when Monica appear at my door, a person I dont even remember I met. She is all smile greeting me, I have no time for that, what I want is to know what is going on, and when she explains to me everything...that moment, I feel like dying on that hospital bed... For two years, I woke up every morning feeling empty, all I can remember was my time in college, my career memory all that happens to me after I graduate was all gone, that even now I am getting by a little, I cant help but cry, I am still crying, every morning my eyes is wet with tears, I am feeling pained inside with the reason that I dont remember until Dad given me a task.

Mr Joe said, in frustration. I was so confused about what was happening. The harder I tried to remember what happened, the more confused I got. It was as if I lost the whole memory of what happened the previous day. “The last thing I did was go to a restaurant to meet someone. I cannot remember a single other thing except that.” I stated. “You met someone? What was it?” Mr Joe asked, eagerly. I pondered on it for a while and realized that I had forgotten who I met at the restaurant, too. “Umm, I don't remember who it is. Everything is just empty.” I replied.

“And the shirt too, everything. Nobody has ever shot a bullet for me.” Oh, my sweet Farfalla. Pretending she doesn't know that for her sake, I've done far worse. But it's okay, I'll play into her amnesia game until I've duped her into leaving with me. Shell stop punishing me for my mistake eventually, but until then I'm keeping her in my sites. “Do you know him?” I clear my throat, watching her intently. She simply shrugs, like it doesn't matter who the man is. “No, must be a crazy fan.”

Kelvin replied excitedly. “Why don't I remember?” I asked. I should know if I signed such a petition. “You have a lot of things to sign on daily. There is no way you can remember all of them,” Kelvin said to reassure me. However, this wasn't helpful at all. “No, it can't be,” I said, already panicking. “I am still young. I shouldn't be this forgetful.” “You speak as if you forgot something important,” Kelvin said in a light-hearted manner.

And now he wakes up after a week, a whole week, and he doesn’t remember me. "Hey, June. Are you okay?" Ted’s voice pulls me back as he rolls softly into the hallway. I pace, eyes darting to the white ceiling, hands trembling. "I’m not okay, Ted. I… I don’t understand. How can this be real? How can he forget just me?" Ted rolls closer, matching my frantic pace as best as he can in his wheelchair. "June… listen. We don’t know that yet. The thing is called selective memory loss. I didn’t—"

A strange heaviness settled inside my chest. Ever since my conversation with Derek, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about my missing memories. Because now that I actually focused on it, I knew that it truly wasn’t normal. I remembered nothing before age nine. Nothing. No blurry images or distant feelings. Just blankness. My oldest memory was my mother bringing me to Mike. Everything before that was darkness. At the time, I had never questioned it. Children forget things, right? That was what I assumed. But Derek had looked genuinely disturbed when I told him. And now even Mia seemed unsettled by it. So what exactly had happened to me? I had to find out…