Share
6.2
“M-Maisie? Are you alright?” Suddenly, I heard Aziel outside. This snapped me out of my thoughts. I continued to twist and turn to my seat. That was the best way to get out of the rope. If you can, try to untie the knot.
“Oh… O-okay… You were quiet for a while there…” This made me stop squirming and looked at the entrance of the house. How did he know?
“Where you here the whole time?” I asked, immediately regretting speaking to him. Dang it. I broke the 'not talking to them to show how bad their actions affected me' streak. I heard him take a sharp inhale.
“I—Ah—" He stuttered for a moment before letting out a deep breath. I heard a small thump on the wooden wall. He must’ve leaned or intentionally hit his head. I hoped for the latter one. I almost missed hearing when he let out a soft "Yes."
“Why?” I didn’t mean to, but somehow, my voice came out small
Kaugnay na kabanata
This Is MY Story 7.1
I woke up, barely breathing. The first thing I saw as soon as I opened my eyes was a foot shamelessly resting on top of my chest. I glared at the foot, planning to tickle it, butI threw the idea away, seeing that the said foot is just inches away from my face. I don’t want to be kicked in the face first thing in the morning. I decided to pinch the foot, however; I regretted it the moment the foot suddenly jolted upwards, only to fall back on my chest again. This caused me to wheeze at the sudden impact.“What the actual fuck!” I can’t help but curse out loud. Aziel stirred from his sleep and tried to open his eyes, but failed and got back to sleep. I held Jayce’s ankle and roughly removed it from me. I threw his leg to the side and pushed him out of the bed. I heard a groan from him, but as quickly as his sleep was disturbed, his breathing went back to a steady pace- showing that he went back to sleep again. I sat up and stretched my sore a
This Is MY Story 7.2
I don’t know how long we’re traveling. But all I know is that it’s long enough to strain my neck and make my entire front bruised. If I dare relax my head, it will only hit the horse’s side. What’s the rush, anyway? Can’t he stop to rest? More likely, for my body to rest from the constant bruising this bloody horse causes.I was busy brooding that I can feel myself slipping away from the horse. I screamed in panic, hoping he would hear, but the cloth muffled it. I tried my best to curl up more, just to stay on the horse. Those were futile when the dick decided to abruptly stop the horse. I fell nonetheless. I groaned as I felt the pain in my ass.He’s a real pain in the ass. Literally! It’s not even funny!I glared at him as he hopped down from the horse. Again, as I was too busy with my emotions, I failed to notice our current location. It was already getting dark and we’re in front of a small cotta
This Is MY Story 8.1
The sun has risen, and yet I’m still wide awake. I spent the night thinking of my purpose in this world. Before I was teleported here, I just finished having an existential crisis. Now, I have to do it all over again. I can easily ignore it back in my world since I can just live my life in my own terms. Here, however, feels like my fate is planned. Situations like this only happen in books or movies.Looking at my captor, I can’t help but envy his sleeping state. It’s really unfair how he doesn’t look unflattering. He looks beautiful while sleeping, even much more when he wakes up!I rolled my eyes and let out a huff. Suddenly, he abruptly stood up, looking like a lost kid. The innocent look didn’t last when he finally noticed my free state. Without wasting time, he lunged at me. I barely avoided him. Scampering away, I immediately placed a distance between us.“WAIT! HEAR ME OUT FIRST!” I raised my hands to stop him fro
This Is MY Story 8.2
1ST PERSON’S POV: Everything was dark, with little vibrations from time to time. My face seems to hit something, and it irks me. The world seems to revolve a little faster today. I can feel swirls in my mind. I can actually feel my brain! “Slow down… the car…” I drawled. Bile is always waiting at my throat whenever I ride cars, especially cars with air deodorizer trees. The yellow tree nauseates me the worst. “I said slow—” I gagged when I tried speaking again. I slowly opened my eyes to see fur. Why is the car hairy?! Why can I see the road? Is my head outside the window?! I jolted my head upward to see where I was, but that was a big mistake. It made everything violently spin around, making me gag. This time, I felt the acidic liquid reach my tongue. “Oh, HELL NO!” a deep voice boomed, and the nauseating motion came to an abrupt stop. Everything was slow to register in my hazy mind. The next thing I saw was the sky.
This Is MY Story 9
We’ve been standing for hours, there’s no sign of any person coming, and my legs are gone. What are we even waiting for? When my legs finally gave up, I sat down. However, my captor had other plans. He pulled me up by my collar with a condemning look. “I will not let you disrespect the king like that,” he glared at me before pushing me. Ouch. I don’t like this kind of treatment; cold and mean. It doesn’t help when the aura of the palace is frigid. Everything is a dark shade of gray and screams dourness. Although the carpet and the throne are color red, it only added to the tense atmosphere this place gives. Even the plants can’t help liven up the place. The palace looks like a big wilting flower in the middle of the meadow. (More like a weed). It looks the same as the prison building we passed by earlier! Who would live here? Just being in this place feels like it sucks my soul out of my body. It’s just… lifeless. I shifted my weight o
This Is MY Story 10.1
The annoying continuous nudge I felt on my legs woke me up. I don’t know how long I slept, but it’s short enough to make everything aggravating. The sore muscles I got from the uncomfortable bed only added to it. Although, the cold temperature cooled my temper down. I shivered a little, but the cloak Jayce gave me kept me warm.Now that I think about it, my captor’s blanket was thin and with holes. I looked at him as he folded the said blanket and placed it on top of the crate. He did not shiver or showed any signs that he’s cold. It's he’s either used to it or he’s good at hiding his feelings. Either way, I feel bad about it.I forced myself and pull my grudge and weight up to stand and followed him out of the room. It only took a short while to gather me before I became completely functional. It only took a reminder of my current situation to wake myself up fully.Everything was still dark, but there were already people bust
This Is MY Story 10.2
EVERYTHING IS NOT FINE! I’m still in the middle of my first lap when I greedily heaved for air. So much for ‘just try to keep your breathing stable.’ My lungs are bleeding while the world spun. There was agitation that spread throughout my body as my mind dreadfully warns me of incoming nausea. For the first seconds of my lap, I jogged at a steady pace and had even breathing. I was overconfident that I can finish those laps without my lungs collapsing. However, that mean prince caught up to my pace and insulted my pathetic attempt at running. He pushed me to run faster, then ran ahead. My hate for cardio surpassed my hate for people who touch my things without permission. When I tried to slow down and catch my breath, an arrow shot past me. It’s only then I realized I’m already on the left side of the field and the people are now facing me while they aimed their weapons in my direction. I saw the mean prince behind them and it triggered my figh
This Is MY Story 11.1
Staying still proved to be a difficult task for me, as anxious thoughts caused worms to crawl all over my body. Judging by the current timeline I’m in, it’s easier to frame people with simple things such as this damn pouch. ‘My death sentence might come sooner just because of my clumsiness.’ I didn’t bother to check its contents. The lesser I know, the better. As I continued pacing around the room, the air gets heavier and harder to breathe in. With the loss of air, the negative thoughts easily terrorized my brain and make things look worse than they already were. I winced when my arms started to sting, but that’s the least of my worries. Maybe, anytime from now, someone will barge in through that door and throw me into their prison. Or they’re just waiting for me to come out, then seize me. If I were imprisoned… Oh no… Don’t get me started with various things they’ll do to me. TOO LATE, MY BRAIN ALREADY STARTED TO THINK OF THOSE. OH,
Pinakabagong kabanata
