Back To My Worst Birthday And Starting Anew นิยาย & เรื่องราว

As a child who grew up in an orphanage home, birthdays were luxurious, and many times, I wouldn't even remember it was my birthday until Stephen or his parents reminded me. But birthdays? What was the fun of birthdays? Wasn't it the day the people who gave birth to me regretted the most? Maybe they would curse that day whenever they thought of it. They didn't want me. . So, what was the happiness of celebrating a day, that was the worst day of someone else's? I closed my eyes and sighed wearily. I really shouldn't keep thinking about a past that would never change... In a month, I would be 21, a full-grown adult. Someone who was already old enough to create a family of his own.

Life was good and I finally had a loving family surrounding me and it was about to get better and bigg 3 years later Today is my birthday I'm turning 25. I get ready for work as usual… my days are all the same now, just surviving with one goal on mind ... revenge, but little that I knew, my life was about to take yet another turn... how fucked up can my life really be. I was running late this morning as I slept in, I got to bed late last night. It was always like that the night before my birthday and the few nights after, I cry all night remembering what I've lost, I hate my birthday and always will.

Anything was better then what I have endured and what could have been my fate. “I am humbled to be able to chose a new life. I have never in my life felt as much love as I do from you and my new family. I am scared and excited what this will bring. My 19th birthday. The birthday I will be given a new life. The best present i could have ever hoped for.” I say everything really quickly. It kind of comes out jumbled, and odd, but I ment every word. I was just trying to hold myself from getting sick.

“Thursday, October 20th, 2019. 9:23 AM. I can’t wait for my birthday tomorrow. But at the same time, I hate it. A birthday party with no friends. At least none are mine. I don’t want to admit it, but part of me knows it. I wish there was a way out. A way to taste the life I had before. Maybe that’s my birthday wish. If wishes do come true, then I wish for a re-do. A chance to choose again.” Mia closed the journal, laughing at her pathetic self. She sipped her drink until one sip turned into the full bottle.

I was about to step out there in the most beautiful I had ever been and celebrate my birthday, something I hadn’t done in years. It still felt so surreal and difficult to believe that this was actually happening. I closed my eyes gently, trying to steady myself. This night was mine, my chance to reclaim what I’d lost. I opened my eyes and took a step away from the mirror. Tonight, I wasn’t just celebrating a birthday. I was celebrating survival, reclaiming a part of myself I thought I’d never get back. And as I walked out of the room, I vowed to savor every second of it.

At that moment, I could only find it laughable. I took off the ring and tossed it into the trash can. “Sorry, this ten-dollar piece of junk should’ve been thrown away long ago.” I smiled even brighter. “Now, can we go?” Getting the divorce certificate felt like a thousand-pound weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I didn’t realize that what I once thought was deep love in my youth had turned into a burden. Misunderstanding after misunderstanding had slowly eroded that love, replacing it with endless torment.

She was scared of me. It was April 20th, my birthday, and the day that held the darkest of my memories, a stain I could never wash away. It was the day I never celebrated, because how can you find joy in what was drenched in misery? Year after year, it remained the same, no change, no reprieve. April 20th is a curse etched into my soul. It was the worst day of my life.

“I should have known better. I should have paid more attention to the cues, I would have known a party was the last thing you wanted.” I shook my head. He didn't know. He had just wanted to make me happy and I ruined it all for him. I couldn't help it. Seeing it all, the streamers, the cake, the balloons celebrating a day I wanted to forget drove me crazy. My body started to tremble again. My mind went back to that night. “I don’t like my birthdays,” I said quietly. Isaiah stroked my hair. “Why?” My throat tightened. “Because it reminds me.”

Fernando's Pov As I sat at my private bar with my bestfriend Antonio, suddenly I zone out of our conversation and flashback of that fateful night resurface in my head. I'll never forget June 13th 2008, that's the worst day of my life. Even though thirteen years has passed the incident happened, it just keeps getting fresher in my head. Sometimes is hard to forget your past. I wish I had the power, I would have completely erased that day out of my head, but I don't have the power. Getting raped on my 15th birthday is the worst birthday gift I've ever received all my life.

She was trying to get me aroused again. "Stop," I said to her. "Oh my God, you look so cute when you're angry," she said as I pushed her away. "Who would actually believe you just clocked 18 yesterday? You're so naughty," I said to her. "Yesterday? It's today!" she said. "It's already past 12," I replied. "Blair," I said as she turned to look at the wall clock. "Oh my God. Finally, I'm no longer having my birthday. This birthday was one of the worst, except for the part where I got to spend time with you and bond with you even more. Something I had waited so badly to do," she said.