Cut My Life Into Pieces By Papa Roach Novels & Stories

How jinxed could I possibly be. I reach underneath me and take off the heels and throw it to the corner, my legs feel like Jell-O. I stagger to my front and pick up a sandal. I sit on a chair by a makeup table and begin to remove the makeup off my face with a wipe. The girl staring back at me in the mirror looks so beaten and emotionally broken, I feel like a shadow of myself. When will it stop, when would all the misery end. I wish I could go back a month, when my life was still good, when I had not heard about the death of my brother or when I had not met Thelma.

Tears streamed down my face. I couldn't understand. When I rehearsed my speech in class, my classmates were moved to tears. Why wouldn't Mom listen to me? My speech was filled with the deepest adoration I could give her as her daughter. Eventually, Ms. Reed sent her the rehearsal video. I stood on stage, reading out the last part emotionally. "My mother works hard and often has to do the night shift. Everyone says she's unlucky, but I never think that way. She mends hearts. She helps the dead to leave this world in a presentable state and the living to say their goodbyes with a smile.

It was simply the beginning of something new. My thoughts drifted back to that family trip—the day we were attacked. The surgery had been a success, and my life, once filled with pain and sorrow, finally ended.

Melody shivered in fear. "In this situation, the company is all you can think about? Leave! All of you", old Henry shouted and they left reluctantly. Arlet smirked in triumph, she might have failed but Melody still entered a pit. Immediately the door closed, Melody tore off the drip and knelt before her grandfather. "What happened?". Melody broke down in tears. "It was the day Arlet called me, she poisoned me with aphrodisiacs and set me up with a call guy hoping to film me. She said she would never let me take over the company"

He was so close to dying! Josie had always been unpredictable with her emotions. The slap made my head turn to the side. I tasted blood in my mouth. I thought it was something serious, but in the end, it was Alex again. Josie glared at me furiously. The veins on her forehead bulged. After she slammed the door and left, I coughed up several mouthfuls of blood. My numb heart still couldn't stop aching. "I never should've expected anything." My gaze darkened. I immediately asked the doctor to move the transplant surgery up by a month.

The sharp sound echoed inside the home, and blood trickled from the corner of my lips. She screeched, "How dare you interrupt when an elder is speaking! Is that how your parents raised you? Besides, am I wrong? Chuck would never have fallen for someone like you if you didn't seduce him!"

You don't have long to live. She clutched her hair and crouched on the floor as the blood drained from her face. It was clear that I'd hit the nail on the head. Finally, I said, "You had plenty of opportunities to change your life. Do you remember the man you saved in your past life? He's actually Blake's father. You would've won Blake's friendship if you'd been nicer to Mr. Stone, but you didn't do it. "I tried to stop you from saving Wanda after being reborn, but you were so obsessed with becoming an heiress. You even resorted to injuring me so you could save her. All I can say now is that you're reaping what you sow, Lila."

Pulling out her phone, she called Roxanne. When Roxanne answered the phone, she immediately said, "Mom, Ethan hit me and scorched me with his cigarette. I want a divorce!" Hah, how familiar. Even our conversations were similar. However, I wasn't as assured as she was. I only dared to complain to Roxanne about what happened subtly. I never dared to say I wanted a divorce. Indeed, those who were loved had nothing to fear. Roxanne seemed shocked after listening to her. She stumbled for words. At long last, Richard took the phone from her.