Short Stories

The Lost Memory- A short story

This is a short story about A girl who loses her memory and later decides for giving someone a second chance. Curious to know about who the person is. And why the girl lost her more. Read the story.

My eyes slightly opened and I could see people standing around me. All of them were shouting out trying to call the doctor. My vision wasn’t clear enough to recognize anyone. Soon after a few minutes my vision started to get clear. 

The doctor came into the room. He asked me plenty of questions related to my health conditions. I did feel a bit pain in my head. But yet I was okay. 

The weird thing was that I didn’t really recognize the people around me. They were trying to talk to me like they knew me very well. But I didn’t know them.  They tried to make me remember everything. But I wasn’t able to remember anything. Even if I tried to my head started to hurt more.

The doctors had told my so-called family to take me home. Calling them so-called sounds rude. But yet I didn’t know who they were. So calming myself down I went off home with them. 

I can say that they were nice to me. They took me to my room and made me comfortable. Days passed like this, and my family tried that I would remember some parts of my life. But I just couldn’t, it was like everything was flushed out of my mind. 

So then I think it was time to start a new life. 

My lost memory was the only thing I knew about my old life. These people tried to make me remember something about my past. They used to show me pictures and videos with them. I didn’t really remember anything. Yet I smiled at them, at least it seemed these people were my family. 

But this wasn’t just the end of my old memory. There was still a part of me still stuck in the past. 

Days passed and all I did was rest at home. Keep myself isolated and try to find a way to remember something. But I guess I had to start a new life now. 

I decided to do something about my life. But what should I do was the only question in my mind. I decided to start something new in life, thus I started meeting new people. In this condition, I thought that socializing would help the most. It surely did make me happy. My friend Vida, who was a childhood friend, had helped me till now. 

I thought things were new now and here the twist begins. A cold night it was. My family had arranged a party, didn’t know the reason behind the party. But surely it was a party. People were gathered and they seemed nice when a guy approaches me. A tall guy with dark brown eyes and well dressed. He comes smiling at me and asks me about my health. Yet I didn’t know who he was but still I thought I shouldn’t be rude. He grabs my hand and that’s where the question begins. Who is this guy and why is he being so close to me. 

That’s when Vida arrives. 

She tells me that “this is Drake you’re husband”. And I was shocked. I had no words to express what I had to say. I wanted to know where was he from so long if he was my husband. But I was quiet. Maybe losing my memory made me think about what was happening actually? 

My mind was frozen totally. I took a few steps back thinking about what was happening with me.  I had nothing to say. My mind was full of hundreds of question. But I didn’t know who to ask and what to say at this moment. I just wanted to escape that moment for sure. Drake held my hand and tried talking to me. But I had nothing to say to him because I couldn’t accept I was married even. I ran into my room immediately. 

The next morning, I woke up and I could see Vida sitting right next to me. Basically, she was waiting for me to say something about last night. But I thought to let go of that thought was much better. Vida tried talking to me but I wasn’t ready to hear another story about my life right now. And she was okay to give me that space as well. We were happily talking to each other. When drake enters my room, “Honey how are you feeling now, if your better let’s go home”. He sounded like he cared about me. But I just wasn’t comfortable going with him. I answered him by saying I was Alright and that he didn’t need to worry about me I’m fine here.

His eyes showed that he was upset but he didn’t force me to come with him. I think he realized that I wasn’t ready to go right now. He insisted on having breakfast with me, so my family decided to let him stay for it. There was a bit of tension on the breakfast table. Everyone was talking to each other but Drake wasn’t participating in anything. He kept on giving me something to eat. He seemed quite sweet and I liked the way he cared about him. Maybe he was a good husband after all. 

After breakfast, I went into my room and decided to open up my laptop and start writing a bit. When I started writing the only thing that came in mind was how drake cared about me. I could imagine his dark brown eyes and his hands holding mine. That’s when I heard a knock on my door. It was drake. “Can I come inside Honey?’’ My heart pumped up seeing him. Maybe I liked him being around me. I gave him a smile and let him come inside. He sat right next to me and then a silence began. We both said nothing. I felt like we both had a connection but I didn’t remember anything much. So I decided to ask him everything that was bothering me. 

“Drake, can I ask you something?” 
He took a deep breath and responded: “ Yeah you can ask me whatever you want.”

The only thing I wanted to know was where were you at the time of my accident. He had a good answer that he was out of town for a meeting. And as soon as he came back he met me. He had a convincing speech so I actually believed him. I think he wasn’t a bad guy in my life. 

Days passed this way and we got closer and closer. He knew I loved writing and so he decided to let me publish a novel. Drake guided me with everything and supported me with everything. And finally, within months my novel got published. And everyone was reading it. That moment was the happiest moment of my life. That’s when I hugged drake and decided to go back home with him. 

Even though I didn’t remember our marriage. But the affection I had with him made things so easy. I wanted to be around him. I loved the way he smiled and looked at me. The way he listened to me so carefully and responded so calmly. He had an amazing personality. I think my lost memory came me, my lost love, back!

He requested that before I accepted the ring. I had heard the truth about us. My hands were trembling. I just believed that our present was the only thing that mattered and that’s what brought us close. But he insisted on bringing up the past. He told me he had to confess something’s. Before we took a new beginning.

My hands were trembling. The way he looked into my eyes with guilt. Drake was more nervous than me. But I guess I had no choice but to listen to him and so I did. 

These were drake’s word: “ I was behind your accident. We were a happy couple and we loved each other. But I think they were things that lacked in our relationship. Even after 3 years of our marriage we had no kids. And I was so busy in my job that we hardly had time together. That’s when I got involved in another woman. The night of your accident you got to know all of this. I didn’t want you to know from her but it happened this way. I’m sorry for everything that happened. Trust me. I realized my mistake and want another chance for us to become one again. Can you give me another chance?”

I had nothing to say but I decided to forgive him for everything. Everyone deserves a second chance. Drake was so close to me and he did so much for me since the past month. He did deserve a second chance. I forgave him and wore the ring. We hugged each other.  

Moral Of The Story

Importance of forgiveness and a second chance

“Forgiveness is a gift you give to yourself, to be at peace, to be happy and to be able to sleep at night. You don’t forgive people because you are weak but because you are strong enough to realize that only by giving up on resentment will you be happy. If you hold on to poisonous thoughts like hate, anger, and resentment toward someone, you will end up poisoning yourself more than you poison the other person, and you will be very unhappy.

The moment you forgive somebody, chances are that you will also give them a second chance, a chance to be near you, without trying to remind them of what they did to you, treating them not as they are, or as they once were, but rather as you want them to be. By doing this, you are also allowing them to grow and to become better and better every day. Your ego might tell you to “let these people go” but what does your heart tell you? We are all humans, we all make mistakes, and we all deserve a second chance. So forgive and give a chance to the other person. People change with time and they accept their mistakes. 

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Reality of Life

Short story on the reality of life

It was a dark night. All I could hear was the sound of my clock and my heart beating. It wasn’t a positive sign. My heartbeat never rose this much. And I never felt butterflies in my stomach. 

I think I knew what the reason was. I was nervous about the first day of my university. Yet, I was excited to having a new environment and new friends. But I was nervous about settling in.  

I was new in town and I didn’t have any idea about the city and how things worked here. I didn’t know if I would be welcomed into this place or not. But the only thing I set up in my mind was that I would definitely work on my studies. I would try to keep myself reserved from others.

It was the next morning, around 7 am, my alarm started to ring. And the sound was annoying. I didn’t want to wake up. I was awake until around 3 in the morning. And I hardly took any sleep. But I tried to pull myself out of bed.  At this moment life felt miserable already.

I didn’t realize waking up this early would be so hard. As soon as I got up, and got myself freshened up. The next main thing was to decide what to wear.

After spending like 15 minutes on what to wear. I took out a casual grey top with blue jeans.  The next thing was my hair and makeup. I didn’t like much of makeup. So I kept things simple. Just comb my hair in the back and I was ready. 

I ran downstairs for breakfast, where I could see my mother working on her laptop. As she was a housewife and she had to take care of my 4-year-old brother. She then decided to work from home.  Since she was almost always busy I decided to make breakfast myself. 

After breakfast, I said my goodbyes to my mother and my little brother and left for school. As school was walking distance from my house, I decided to walk to university. All the way I was nervous about how my day would go. But finally around 8 30, I entered university.

Walking through the corridoor and trying to find my class was the first struggle I faced. I noticed that people weren’t that polite. I tried to ask them where my classroom 2C was but almost all of them either made me go the wrong way. Or tried different pranks on me. I realize that I was new here and people wanted to fool around with me. But I just wanted to be on time for my first class. 

At last, I found my classroom, and I was 10 minutes late for class too. I still managed to slip into the class and find a place to sit. Even though nobody wanted to sit with me just because I was a new student. 

I don’t get it if i’m a new student doesn’t mean I’m contagious or something. At least you can sit around me I won’t hurt anyone. 

I had consecutive classes and got free around 3 pm. So I thought that I didn’t really need to interact with anyone. Just take your classes and go home as simple. 

I was already so tired and frustrated about today. That I just wanted to sleep for like hours. But I just had to walk back home. Reaching home I was so tired that I walked into my room and slept for like 3 hours. 

Around 6 pm when I woke up, I seemed a bit fresh. I spent some time with my family and told them the struggles of my day. Yet, my parents were supportive, they told me that things would be okay one day. And I will make a place at university sooner. I will have friends and people won’t hate me as much as they do right now. 

Days went by like this, and it was almost 2 weeks till my university started. Things were a bit different; people did talk to me for their own purposes. They only talked to me when they needed notes or wanted some help in assignments or quizzes.  I was actually okay with the fact that someday they would talk to me. I used to keep myself reserved and isolated.

Maybe it was because I was still stuck somewhere in my past.  I thought that this new place will bring new things into my life but I was wrong.  For a while you can say I was wrong. 

Gradually I saw people sitting around me and talking to me. And in no time I had so many friends.

I felt so blessed having so many people around me. Maybe because I have spent so much time alone that now I love a huge company of people around me. And in a short period of time, I made good friends. I trusted them and shared everything with them. 

We used to have hangouts and sleepovers. Even late night parties. I used to stay out almost the whole day and just went home to sleep. Honestly I had stopped studying and giving my family time. The only thing I could see was my new company. 

My parents tried telling me that these aren’t your real friends. They won’t do anything good for you. They will just cause issues. And that you will ruin your future. But honestly I used to be rude to my parents. Used to ignore them and argue with them over this almost every day.  

It was like I didn’t like them interfering in my life. I felt like I found my happiness and this was all I was looking for.  

Months passed like this, and then a day before the final paper came. My friend Jane, who was basically the leader of our group called me for a sleepover.

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She stated that it was a sleepover and that we would study all night. We spent most of the time talking about boys and fashion. Later they made me teach them everything. Even teaching them everything I still needed time to revise each chapter in detail. 

But then after a while Jane offered me grape juice. I insisted on not having it but she forced me to have it. And after drinking the juice I snapped. I became unconscious and then after a few minutes I fainted. 

The whole night passed this way. I remained unconscious and around an hour before the paper my eyes slightly opened. My vision wasn’t totally clear but I could see all of them were sitting and I was totally blank.

I asked them how all this happened and all they did was made fun of me. They started laughing at me

That is when I knew the truth that is when Jane told me that she had done all this on purpose. They always made this that they will fake out to be my friends and won’t let me give my papers so I fail them. Basically Jane wanted to be the topper of the class and she was jealous of me. That time I was in shock. I was broken into pieces. I trusted every one of them and they just faked out this friendship. 

That is when I had no way other than returning home with guilt. I entered home and started crying. Sat on my knees and ask for forgiveness from my parents. I was guilty about not listening to them.They always wanted to keep me safe, but the only thing I did was refuse to listen to them. 

That day I realized that the world is full of fake people. You need to understand who is right and who is wrong. You need to realize that having a lot of friends in your life isn’t necessary. Just having one loyal friend is enough in life. And the other most important thing is never destroying your future for someone else. Always keep in mind that your parents want the best for you. 

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