I can't remember

"I'm sorry, but I don't remember." Her stare made me feel rather uncomfortable. It's funny, really. I got this kind of stare numerous times, and I'm still feeling like this everytime. I should be used to it; but no.
So while she kept on starring I kept playing with my figures under the desk. My heart was beating faster and soon enough I had trouble keeping eye content.
"There's got to be something related to the question that you remember," she kept her tone even. Or at least she tried. "I mean – not remembering anything? Why? Did you fall on your head?"
"I was hit more than twice, that's true enough," I said casually. Her eyes opened a bit in surprise. "It could be the reason. No – I don't -don't- remember anything. I remember bits and pieces. But even then – even then its not much. As for your question, no. I can't remember anything related to your question." I kept playing with my fingers. Meanwhile, her stare grow in depth.
"Want to hear my theory; you know, for not remembering? It's not because I was pushed down to floor, or the corner of the table… Well, maybe that was also the reason. But I thinks it is because of the treatment I got when I was a kid, both from family and friends. I think it is because I decided to forget it, so I won't ha – um, be mad at them as much as I am today. I don't want to. Ever. Maybe that's why I can't remember." I stopped playing with my fingers, and found out I'm actually standing up. Quickly, I sat down.
"Now, then: care to move to the next question? Oh, and do make sure it had nothing to do before the turned forth teen. And a half."