Confusion Will Be My Epitaph Novels & Stories

Evans said, forcing a laugh, “this is clearly some kind of misunderstanding—” “No,” I interrupted, my voice steady. “This is clarity.” I turned, addressing the crowd now, the cameras. “I want to thank you all for coming tonight,” I said. “It’s touching, really, how many people showed up to my memorial service. But let it be known that, I am not dead.” A murmur rippled through the guests. “I was told I died tragically,” I continued. “Maybe an accident or a mysterious disappearance. My eyes cut back to Evans. “Funny how mysteries work, isn’t it?”

-----~[AMELIA]~----- The confusion eroding my system right now at the moment is so excessive I find myself spilling rubbish. I don't even know what I am saying anymore. I am just a nervous wreck right now at the moment. I am practically conflicted and confused. It is going to be such a hard feat trying to keep this huge dangerous secret from these friends of mine. I don't want them to know about this, not one bit. but it seems everything I am saying right now is just leading them towards the issue and if this continues a little longer, I might probably end up speaking things I'm not supposed to speak. This is getting harder than I thought. When did it all get to this?

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.

I needed to find out the truth for myself, no matter how complicated it might be. As we sipped our coffee in silence, I couldn't help but wonder what secrets Logan was hiding, and whether they would bring us closer or tear us apart. A few days had passed since Zara's warning, and my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. To clear my head, I decided to visit my father's grave—a pilgrimage I made whenever I needed guidance or solace. The public cemetery was serene, the morning sun casting a gentle glow on the rows of epitaphs. I walked through the familiar path, my heart heavy with memories. Finally, I reached my father's resting place. His epitaph read, "A lifetime dedicated to charity."

he asked, slightly confused. I shook my head as I throw the stick aside. I looked away and sighed heavily. "I'm not mad—" I paused. "Just confused." I confessed what I truly feel right now.. I've been inside this hell of confusion for so long that it's starting to affect my life. I wanted to say and do something—but what? "You're that desperate for me to see your small c*ck?!" Jay and I quickly glanced at the direction of Adrian's voice—and there they are again, fighting.

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.

I try to tell myself that there's nothing serious. She is just mentally ill, that's all, besides my life is more complicated than normal, but my heart couldn't stop dancing to the horror music played in my head, and all I could was take a warm bath, it always helps. After my lunch and gradually drifted to sleep, just to be awaken again this ime, my brain had formulated a nightmare capable of paralysis, this wasn’t like other cliche dreams with animated monsters, but this time i was totally convinces i had murdered somone in my past life.

Delilah Confusion clouded my mind, making it hard to think clearly. I felt vulnerable, my thoughts scattered and uncertain. Was I right about what I suspected? Or was it just my imagination running wild? The weight of the truth pressed heavily on me, and I struggled to accept it. The scent I had detected was unmistakable…unique, unforgettable. There was no way I could be wrong about it. Yet, the reality of what it meant was too painful to bear.