37 Days Ago Novels & Stories

I made deals. Day 42. The number I’d scratched into the back of an old bus transfer. Forty-two days since the last time I let anything but coffee set my hands on fire. Forty-two days since I saw a man tear out of his skin like he was tired of being smaller than what was underneath.

I set it down carefully, my full attention on the phone. "When?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt. "Thirty days from today. October twentieth." The kitchen seemed to tilt slightly. I gripped the edge of the counter. "Thirty days," I repeated, the words not quite processing. Braham's head snapped up from his laptop, his eyes locking onto mine with sudden intensity.

48 hours Stay tuned

Dr Mason rubs his chin in confusion before he asks me. "What date is it today?" I laugh as I say, "I haven't got a clue doc, I don't know how long I was out for." He chuckles before he says. "Okay then, what date did you go on your last mission?" I reply "27th of April." Noah lets out a gasp as he says, "You went on your last mission on the 17th of July Aiden." I scratch my chin as Dr Mason says. "It seems as though you have some kind of short term memory loss Aiden."

Then the last message appeared on his screen and his blood ran ice cold. “She checked into the hospital three weeks ago”.

Two days, seventeen hours left on the offer. Seven hours left on the lock. Enough.

“You have three more days” “If after three days, the company’s money isn’t refunded?” “You’ll wish you’d never seen me coming”.

This time. Why can't she just see me being happy and smiling? I know you have doubts on her. But please don't hurt her because of me. Her vulnerable side kept appearing in front of my eyes. I wish I can be there. ~ Day 1. Day 2. Day 3. ... Day 9. Day 10. ... Day 25. Day 26. ... Now It's been a month already, counting days. Where is she? How is she? Is everything okay?

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For the first time in a long while, the world didn’t feel so painfully suffocating. Thirty days. Just thirty days, and I would be completely free from this hell.