Novel & Cerita Dark And Troubled Past

She cried, repeating the action even when the results kept breaking her heart. Luck wasn't on any of the two sides' as her cellphone's battery eventually died shortly, leaving them in pitch-black darkness to handle things on their own. "Oh no." she pleaded with her phone, knowing that the dark was her second greatest enemy. It always reminded her of her late parents and would consistently bring back bitter memories she had tried to keep at the back of her mind, knowing that they could never get erased completely. The dark reminded her nothing but pain and being locked up always made her feel that history was on repeat. That history of being trapped under a box while watching her parents gett

I was in the darkness. Darkness was bad for me. It was trauma itself. Who would help me out? ***

I couldn't find any words to counter her argument or justify my desire to be with the person I loved. Did people with troubled pasts not deserve the right to pursue a healthy relationship? Maybe not. I'd thought I'd moved past that but it seemed like everyone else still saw me stuck there. Just because someone had wronged me in the past, did that mean I’d end up screwing up every good thing in my life? I had always tried my best not to let it, and up until now, I believed I had succeeded. But today, as Danica uttered those words, it felt like nothing had changed since those dark days, those moments spent in the shadows, those times when Chloe had used my traumas against me like a deranged ps

"YOU ARE A BITCH AND A GUMBLER!" Upon hearing those words, Morana fell silent, she even forgot to breathe. Those words were like a key to open Pandora's box that she had buried in her heart for a long time. Throwing it away to a remote corner of her mind so she can't find those memories again. This is one of the reasons why Morana almost committed suicide two months ago. Because she visited the house that resurrected her past memories, because she visited the darkest part of her life, finding her own shadow in that house.

That's Nikolai's job to do. “I don't. I just know how to go about injuries like this.” He deadpans and for the first time, something flashes through his eyes. An emotion, I can't fathom what kind as it's replaced with his same old emotionless expression. I know he was abused. He still has scars on his back, so I ask, “Does it have anything to do with the scars on your back?” He nods and then utters, “When I was twenty, I had a very close relationship with black eyes. So trust me when I say I'm a pro at this.” A slight chuckle escapes his lips for the first time and I'm suddenly reminded of how fucking good-looking he looks.

Jared The darkness is trying to come out. It was never like this with Laynie before. It just clarifies my previous thoughts on something happening this past year. Of course, now I know what that was. I put my hands on my girlfriend. On my wife. I used to kick guy's asses in high school if they even talked shit about their girlfriends. Now I'm one of those pricks. No, I'm worse. I cannot believe I have ever put my hands on her. When the detectives told me about her previous injuries, I knew. I just knew I had done something wrong. I may not remember but I could feel the darkness trying to escape. It feels stronger than it used to.

Chandler's legs gave way, and he sank to the floor. He stared blankly at the blood-covered flesh on his hand, murmuring, “It’s really her, it’s really her… “How could this happen?” He asked as he gazed at Ben, his eyes bloodshot, panic and anger surging within him. With a wave of his arm, he sent everything nearby crashing to the ground. Then, he seized Ben’s collar. “Bring me all the data on A167!” His voice trembled as he sank into despair. “Wasn’t it said that the special drug was supposed to be effective?”

“ Vampires are supposed to be deadly and vicious creatures who feast on human blood and kill on sight. But you don’t act like one, Ann.” Annabelle smiled. “ Not all of our kind are the same. I’m kind of surprised you are taking this well.” Tomiwa shrugged and a sad look graced her face. “ Armed robbers murdered my parents in front of my eyes when I was 6 and I watched my paternal grandfather breathe his last on his sick bed two years later. My childhood was full of horrors and I have seen things that would make a man commit suicide.” She paused. Daniel and Annabelle stood in shock as they heard all of that. Tomiwa who was so jovial and lively had this kind of dark past? A warm feeling made