A Little Life Trigger Summary Novels & Stories

The laptop screen went black at once. I abruptly leaped up from my chair as my heart pounded in my chest. I would never forget the sound of the circuit breaker being pulled. It was this exact crisp sound in my past life that ruined the million-dollar salary offer I'd worked so hard for 26 years of my life. I pushed the room door open and ran into the living room. In the pitch darkness, I saw Mom standing in front of the electrical box, illuminated by the streetlamp outside the window, a smug smile plastered on her face. She was even doing some calculations with her fingers.

Between 9:00 and 9:05, Lyra was pulled out. When the rescue team turned back to save her boyfriend, the severely damaged car began leaking fuel. The vehicle ignited instantly and exploded violently. When Lyra ran toward it, crying, all that remained inside was a charred corpse. … Calder lifted his head, a trace of sorrow on his face. "You are like that ballerina," he said. "Forever trapped inside a black box. "Even though your will to live is desperately trying to escape, the version of you that lives in the past keeps appearing. She has accepted the fact that your boyfriend died, so she kills him again and again, trapping you here forever."

"The apartment is a ghost site. And the boy... he’s resilient." ​"He’s seeing things, Sally," I said, my jaw tightening. "He’s seeing the woman who started this. If she’s in his head, the distance doesn't matter. We need to know what the trigger is. We need to know if it’s a broadcast or a dormant gene."

"Wendy, don't stop me! Ricky's gone, and I don't want to live either! Tell me where he is. I'm going with him!" In my past life, I'd drowned in guilt, utterly convinced I'd personally killed my own son. I hadn't even seen Ricky's body before they buried him in a rush. Wendy flew into a panic. She had just spirited Ricky away. There was no way she could show me the corpse. All she could do was shriek, praying the noise would bring someone running in. True to her hopes, the door slammed open. My gaze locked onto a pair of bloodshot eyes.

“I lived all of this already.” His eyes sharpen, but he doesn’t speak. “I don’t mean metaphorically,” I say. “I don’t mean trauma flashbacks. I don’t mean dreams. I mean I lived an entire life up to six months from now.” He watches me carefully. Not scared. Not judging. Just listening. “I remember dying, I took my own life. I burned down the mansion while I was inside,” I say. “I held Lila’s body in my arms while the fire closed in. She was already dead.”

He'd have a perfect reason. And I stepped into his trap. Then, God gave me a second chance at life. The fact that Melanie was so eager to marry Jonathan delighted me more than anyone. Melanie's eyes went wide, and she charged at me. During our tussle, I noticed her missing fingers. Blood was oozing out of her wounds and drenching the ground. "You should've died, Yvonne! You ruined my life! You ruined everything! I'll kill you! I'll skin you alive!"

All the alcohol that I drank, all the parties that I went to, all the boys that I had sex with. Forgive me, Lord… I took a deep breath in. It was time. I shakily brought the gun up to my face, tears streaming down my cheeks. I slowly held it against my temple, and my life flashed before my eyes. All of my memories. Everything that I’d been through as I grew up, in my sixteen years of life. Not-so-sweet fucking sixteen. “Goodbye, Earth…” I murmured, and before I knew it… I pulled the trigger, and collapsed onto the floor… dying in my own pool of blood.

“Excuse me?” He turned to her with a tired grin. “That means you’re asking the right questions.” She leaned against him. For the first time, she felt like the silence between them wasn’t empty. It was shared. Somewhere beneath the school, in a chamber no one had entered in years, a terminal flickered to life. On the screen: Genesis Core Reboot: 82% Awakening Sequence: Initiated Primary File: Ophelia Wolfe Secondary Trigger: Carl Maddox Final Directive: Restore the Bloodline

He nodded, “But kids being abused is my trigger. I was those boys when I had to live with Winifred. It gutted me to hear all this.” I stood from my chair and walked to him. I sat on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. I hugged him tightly and spoke lowly into his ear, “Everything you’ve been through has led you to me. As bad as things were with her, I promise to try to make your life infinitely better for the rest of our lives.”

She held a breath, another tear rolling down as I clicked on the trigger. “Don’t do it, Cristiano!” My father screamed, lunging forward and hitting the gun from my grasp. My arm burned in pain, the gunshot echoing across the room. The bullet bored a hole into my wall, missing her head. Matilda’s luck was as bright as the star. She breathed out in relief, regret, and disappointment flashing across her eyes. “I shouldn’t have let Lillian take you away.” She said in a low tone, wiping her tear from her chin. She stood from the sofa, helping my father from the floor.