Confusion Will Be My Epitaph Novels & Stories

Dean lowered his gaze, thinking for a moment before slowly speaking, "My friends say I'm still confused... but now, I don’t know anything anymore." His tone carried a sense of bewilderment and helplessness. After briefly pausing, he added, "Honestly, I’m not even sure if I have a choice."

It's killing me from the inside. I want to speak or do something. It doesn't matter if his utterances are pointless. It's better than being ignored, as if I don't exist at all. That's the most excellent form of rejection. Should Xavier abandon me in my trying times, then it's clear. No argument. There's no point in pondering. I'm terrible at decision-making. If there's a competition for the most confused person that ever lived, I'd emerge the winner with a large margin.

My Alpha strength floods my bloodstream. Hilda meets my eyes and gives me a nod. My heart clenches as we both think over the last time I fought an Alpha challenge. This time we both lose a loved one. But we both know Kraven is beyond saving. Maybe he always was. He is too much like our father. "Kill him Alpha," "Revenge our fallen, Alpha," "Give him a traitors death," The warriors throw out encouragement as I try to calm the raging sickness in my stomach.

“Oh I shall live your epitaph to make, Or you survive when I in earth am rotten, From hence your memory death cannot take, Although in me each part would be forgotten. Your name from hence immortal shall have, Though I, once gone, to all the world must die: The earth can yield me but a common grave, When you entombed in men’s eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o’er-read; And tongues to be your being shall rehearse, When all the breathers of this world are dead.

She covered it and screamed, "Why? Why?! Fiona owes me! She owes me all of this in the first place!" She wept bitterly, the sound heart-wrenchingly loud. Aside from the police officers, however, no one would wrap their arms around her and console her this time. After the case was solved, Tom was persecuted and then sentenced to death. My body was brought home, to be cremated before being buried. Many guests came to my funeral. My friends, classmates, and even teachers attended. They cried their hearts out and talked about our lives together in front of my photo. As my parents listened, the regret on their faces grew clearer and clearer.

At the bottom of the page, written in jagged, hurried strokes of dark ink, was a single sentence that sent a paralyzing chill straight to my core: “If I ever forget the truth… don't let me trust my own memories.”

At those words, Jack was left completely speechless. People never know what they truly want, so they greedily hold onto everything—both the rose, and the snow. Yet, they forget that roses cannot bloom in the winter's snow. - Meanwhile, I was buried under my sheets, watching the live reactions of the chat in front of my eyes. [Damn, that punch looks like it hurt! Oh, but now that you hit him, don't hit our darling succubus!]

And then…clarity. Not relief. Not the thunderous confirmation I thought would come. Confusion. My brows knitted, my lips parted as I mouthed the words, again and again, like repetition might make them change. Like if I whispered them enough times, they’d morph into something less terrifying, less disorienting. But no. The letters were the same. The phrasing was the same. The weight pressing against my ribcage was the same. “What…” The word slipped out, but it wasn’t even a word anymore.

Maureen whispered, looking horrified. I let a small, humorless smile curl the corner of my lips. The idea of me, whoever I truly was kneeling in grease should have felt humiliating. Instead, a strange, phantom memory flickered behind my eyelids: Stir clockwise. Never rush. You are a placeholder... The memory vanished, but the icy, unbreakable confidence remained.

James says after a while. "Hmm" I said, still looking out the window "Never doubt that I'm here to help you. I'll always be in your corner." His words sound sincere, giving my never ending thoughts a sense of calmness, as they die down. I smile, letting my mind slowly wonder and eventually drifts into a black abyss.