8 Days Book Novels & Stories

[Ms. Fleming, will you continue the treatment? If you will, don't forget to collect your medicine.] [Ms. Fleming, your condition is quite serious. It will only deteriorate if you don't treat it. Don't give up. If you do, you'll forget everything in seven days.] I looked at the messages from Dr. Chester Richmond for a long time without replying. Perhaps having amnesia was not such a bad thing after all. I could not recall anything worth remembering in my entire life.

Watching television had not quite worked out for Mercy either time that she had tried it, so she decided to spend her day reading a book. Luna Isabella had recommended something called Little Women to her, which she said was a classic, and so far, Mercy was enjoying it. She’d curled up in the window seat in the bedroom she’d been sleeping in. Outside, fall leaves fluttered from the trees, spreading a blanket of color all over the velvety lawn. Mercy’s eyes kept wandering away from the words, even though she did like the book. Once her eyes strayed from the words, they quickly slipped to August.

~BELLUS POV~ The feeling of being alone and unwanted. Why am I living? What I am living for? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's been 2 days since I got discharged at the hospital and I am doing great, although the bickering and teasing with Pawell and Keith seems fun, it was kind of boring these days, plus the weather was still cold. It was almost my birthday and I can guess that it would turn out to be an ordinary day, maybe my parents would just send me some gifts like before.

I sat in the library window with the book I was actually reading — really reading, the words arriving and staying, the return of the mind’s capacity for ordinary things after a week of extraordinary ones — and I looked at the garden and I thought about four days. The house without him had a different quality from the house with him. Not an absence exactly — he had been absent for whole days before, the city meetings, the work weeks. But the absence this week had a quality the previous absences hadn’t had. The awareness of the specific days counting down, the Tuesday having a Wednesday inside it and the Wednesday a Thursday and the Thursday a Friday. Saturday. I read my book. Jennifer confirm

I couldn't, not in a way that would make sense to anyone who wasn't me. "Let's go," I said instead. He pulled out of the spot without another word. I sat back and let out a slow breath. Something that felt dangerously close to hope settled in my chest. Eight days. I had eight days and now I had something real to work with. My phone buzzed in my hand. I looked down at the screen. A text from Uncle X. Stay away from that boy.

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When Damon brought up the topic of my books I was scared as hell. I wondered if he came across my dark unholy novels, but fortunately the one he found was a light hearted funny novella. "Hmmm, is that all to it? I see you added bookmarks to some pages, are they..." I turned red instantly, "You asked me to tell you about the book right? Let me, why are you interrupting me?" I stated cutting him short. "Okay princess, go ahead." My lips spread into a smile as I told him all about the book, "So, the female lead is Emily, she just got out of an abusive marriage with nothing and then she crosses paths with this kid in danger and then she saves his life..."

"You're going to ride like a collared girl—you'll count every bounce." My forehead pleated. "You were gone for eight days," he kept his thumb rolling. "You'll ride me for every single hour you were gone." My heart froze. Hold on. That'd be...a hundred and ninety-two times. Shit. No. No.

Did he sense something. Did he notice that I wasn't really reading the book? I thought, looking at the book in my hands (My Life Saver by Lilian Finn). What a weird coincidental name for a book. Twenty minutes past eleven p.m. When did time fly so fast? I survived today, tomorrow is going to be another day. "Let's get ready for it." I said, resting my head on my pillow and hugging the book, My Life Saver. ***Day eleven***

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