Confusion Will Be My Epitaph Novels & Stories

" Now I'm the one confused. Who are we talking about specifically? I'm not sure how to respond, because I'm on the list of people who are doubting their own words. But let's be honest at this point, and I wasn't going to end it. I take a deep breath and reply: “Well… I don't know anymore. - I say and see her lift her arm and look at me. - Like this? “I'm confused too. I do not know what to think. We grew up surrounded by manipulative people. We know the history that corrode us. The story that leaves us afraid of falling into the same trap...

Or just a test in order for them to know each of their capibilty in case they someday managed to be in power? Or what if my thoughts are just meter illusions? Then I'll die? My stomach knot at the thought of die. Never! I've always be timid, afraid to voice out whenever I'm being wrong. Since I'm going to die anyway, I should at least be aware of my crime, I wouldn't dare to defend myself because I know my words will just be the remains of a shattered egg. "Your liege, your majesty." I mustered the whole of the strength left within me to talk.

I need someone to confide in, someone to anchor me amidst the chaos swirling around me. As I stand amidst the raucous revelry, the cheers and laughter of the crowd a deafening cacophony, I find myself consumed by a sense of urgency. I want this ordeal to be over, the trials looming ominously on the horizon. Whether it heralds my salvation or my downfall, I long for the clarity of knowing my fate, and soon.

So, anyway, after a battle against words, I came out as a winner. Well, almost. I started reading my notebook without feeling the immediate need to hide, throw up, or drive my car into a tree. Almost, because even to this day, I still have problems with one letter of the alphabet. D. Fun fact: that damn letter has most of the negative words underneath it, and many of them are in red. Damage. Decay. Dirt. Distress. Disgust. Depression. Disease. And my most dreaded of all. Deadly. Dead. Death.

I needed numbers to reshuffle, letters to rearrange themselves into something familiar, something that fit the life I’d lived for thirty-five years. “We already did,” the nurse said gently. “I’m sorry.” Sorry. That word did more damage than the rest. Something shifted behind my eyes. A fracture spreading quietly, methodically. Confusion crept in first, followed closely by doubt — thick, heavy doubt that pressed down on memories I’d never questioned before.

My euphoria was over and Vic pulled away, as Anya coughed loudly behind him. I felt so embarrassed that I wanted a hole to open up right in front of me, so I can jump in and disappear! Why do I keep doing this to myself?? Why do I keep wanting something I would never get! I didn't have the time recover much as all my friends began to give me presents and wished me once again. Rahul and his girlfriend Pari were the last to wish me.

“Because you’re stubborn. Because your pride blinds you. Because you would rather walk into fire than admit you might be wrong. You would listen to nothing more but your ego. And like I said earlier, that'll get you killed if you don't change." The words hit harder than I expected. Too hard. Who was he to judge me when he didn't know anything about me? My chest tightened, but I plastered on my best smirk to cover it. “Well,” I said sweetly, “at least if I die, I’ll die fabulous. They’ll put ‘stubborn but stylish’ on my gravestone. Maybe you can carve it for me, since apparently you’re so concerned.” He didn’t laugh. He didn’t even twitch.

My memories from last night was still from my mind and I cry again, thinking that Pete would never looked at me for who I am, he still thinking I am Mike the guy who betray him. A/N: So many questions. Sorry for the wrong grammar, English was not my first language. Thank you!

Melody has always been Daddy’s good girl. Since Nick entered her life when she was eight, he has been more than just her stepfather. He became the father she trusted, the person she depended on, and the one whose approval meant everything to her. After losing her mother five years ago, Melody and Nick became even closer. Their shared grief turned them into a family of two, and Melody slowly built her entire life around taking care of him. Now, at eighteen and freshly out of high school, Melody should be stepping into adulthood. Instead, she is still living by Nick’s rules. She cooks for him. She takes care of the house. She goes to church with him every Sunday. She worries about disappo

UNTIL NOW I still remember everything Marcus told me on the last day. Because of what he said, I was confused. I thought and asked all I had heard that I didn’t know what the right answer was. Even if I insist that maybe Marcus just said that to deceive me, there's a part of my mind that doesn't accept that. There’s still the confusion that I can’t get rid of. It’s like how much I still don’t know that I need to know about vampires, even the wolves.