27 Days Novels & Stories

Now we just had to survive the second half. Thirteen more weeks. Ninety-one days becoming sixty-five. Sixty-five days of stillness. Of trust. Of choosing to believe this would work. I could do sixty-five days.

"You're burning out. Completely burning out. Tyler, you can't keep doing this." "Thirty-seven more days." The number was all I had. "Just thirty-seven more days until Mandy's home. I can survive thirty-seven more days."

"Forty-seven more days." "Forty-seven more days," I confirmed.

I ask "Three days." "How come it took you three days wait....three days, how long have I been out, if it took you three days to find him and here I am?" I was worried about going past the twenty eight days and missing the full moon and having another month to wait. I look at Arizer and Annabelle and notice they are clean and changed aswell, obviously if it had been a couple of days they would be. I didn't expect them to stay with me the whole time and not get clean. "Well you have been out sixteen day." Asher replied

The notes say everything is on track. Six weeks.

his hand move to stroke a stray strand of my hair, “and every night after that.” I think of the papers stacked on my mother’s table, my father staring blankly at the TV, Ethan’s shallow breathing, the men who came to our door last month, smiling like predators who know you have no options and I wonder how much longer I can pretend any of this will fix itself. “Seven days, love.” He steps closer, lifting my chin until our lips are inches apart. “That’s how long I’m willing to wait. After that, this opportunity disappears like it was never real.”

The contents of the pen drive Brody showed me and the notebook made up the full truth of what I had gone through over the past two years. [Brody said that this is the 80th week since I got transient global amnesia, and this is the hell he’s made for me. [Someone, please save me…] Every page contained a desperate cry for help, but no one could answer it. Even if I did not have my passport, I could still leave this place first. So, I approached the door with only the clothes on my back. But when I grabbed the door knob, I could not open it, even though I had just opened the door yesterday when a package arrived.

“Right, we only have fifteen days left to complete thirty days and I know how you must feel about me but that won’t change how I feel about you either.” “I don’t understand Mariano. What do you mean?” I asked confused. “What am trying to say is that, I just want to spend the remain last fifteen days with you alone.” This time, I was totally dumbfounded. I had no idea of what to say to him neither could I think of the words to say. He had sealed off my lips completely. We finished with our dinner and made our exit. Taking the next few steps, the sky began to let down it’s downpour of water. It was accompanied with cold air.

Feeling very much pumped to do so, Tami grabbed her phone again and recorded her daily log, since she had no time to do so this morning. *** Day 29 Can you believe it? Only twenty-nine days, and I am already whipped. We still have another month to go, and I can't wait to spend every passing second of it with Raphael. Yes, he has trapped my heart with no intent of returning it. Twenty nine days never felt so long. But I wouldn’t take back a moment of it.

Panic rose in his chest. Right at that moment, the number above his head that was originally fewer than 100 days suddenly flashed eerily, and the number jumped from [89 days, 12 hours, 5 minutes] to [125 days, 7 hours, 30 minutes]. This was the first time the number had actually gone up.