A Step To The Past Novels & Stories

"His past is just as dark as yours if not darker so try your best to stay away." I turned my face towards the window as the limo began moving. "Now it's time to meet your new in laws, Stephanie but not first getting the stench of the slums off you" she said. **What hurts you today;makes you stronger tomorrow**

She agreed and I could imagine her nodding her head. I smiled though she couldn't see me. "Right. I think I'll visit her tomorrow. See who my stepfather is and all." "That's great! I'm happy you are willing to face your fears. Remember Hannah, your past is in your past. Don't let it cloud your judgment of the future. You will be fine because you are strong." "Thanks, Dr. P. I desperately needed to hear that." *****"*"

It was so endearing to watch and my chest has never been this heavy. I wish my ability can make me possess my past self so I can feel it directly. However, that might cause way more problems and is too much to ask for, to change the laws of nature. The past is the past. I can only bend it so much. “We will learn this step by step and I will guide you,” she explained gently and added, “We have time.” We didn’t. I wanted to scream. There was no time.

She turned her head away awkwardly while mumbling, "What wind chime? I think you're saying that my humming was out of tune in a roundabout way…" "You still sound great even if you're out of tune," Adrian replied dotingly. "Now that's music to my ears!" Stephanie beamed in response. Truthfully speaking, she thought her mood would be spoiled when she saw Tyler tonight. Surprisingly enough, she was in high spirits right now. Maybe it was because Adrian had been with her, be it earlier or right now. Facing her past did ruin her mood one way or another, but at the end of the day, the past was already in the past. What she needed to do was enjoy the present.

“If you know so much, then tell me what’s happening to me.” His expression doesn’t change. “You already know.” “No, I don’t,” I snap. “I woke up ten years in the past after being murdered by the man I loved. I can hear people’s thoughts. And now some stranger in a suit is stalking me in the middle of the night. So no, I don’t know what the hell is going on.” Something flickers in his eyes- amusement, maybe. “Good. That means you’re not completely lost. “Are you going to give me a straight answer, or should I just call the police?”

Without another word, his foot pressed down on the gas. Stephanie leaned back into her seat, her fingers fidgeted restlessly in her lap. Every street they passed dragged her further towards the memories she had buried years ago, towards the truth she had tried to forget. Woods Street, Blackwood’s Street, the place Blackwood once lived in. It was once a place of warmth, but now, it was nothing more than a warzone.

Stephanie was rooted to the spot, staring at the screen as the enormity of it came down on her. The past wasn't through her. " It had just found its way back in. And down under the dust of the paper, something deadly had been waiting for her to see.

She pulled an old lipstick from her handbag and placed it in my palm. It was from two years ago—I was impressed that she managed to find such an expired cosmetic. Marshall stormed out of the office, grabbed the lipstick from my hand, and threw it to the floor. "When did my wife need to use someone else's leftovers?" Crystal, ever confident in her allure and accustomed to looking down on me, had just been yelled at by Marshall. Now, right in front of me, she was being humiliated, and she trembled as if she were on the verge of fainting.

As Stephany walked without looking back once again, she could not help but go back in time. In her mind, chaos were as she tried as much to not show her feeling out on her face especially with Candy.

And trust. A step at a time. Together.