Finding My Voice Novels & Stories

But something was different now. I wasn’t broken anymore. I stood in the center of that room, heart pounding, hands shaking… but I was standing. And I wasn’t alone. Not this time. Because I had finally found my voice. And no one — not even Cara — was going to take that away from me again.

The air pressed against my ribs, stealing the breath from my lungs. When I finally found my voice, it was barely a whisper. “Oh my God.”

The voice continues as though I hadn’t interrupted. “Closer, closer, closer to your destiny,“ The voice is becoming clearer, but I feel only more confused. “What do you mean, my destiny?“ I call back. “Can you hear me?“ “Find it. Find it. You must find it.” The voice continues. The quote you have to find it.” “Find what? Please, tell me! Who are you?“ I call out. The Voice does not respond. Instead, my own words echo back at me, becoming louder and louder: “Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?” As my words become louder, the moon glows brighter and brighter until I’m blinded.

I have to find my voice and do something to see it! So I started to run through all this suffocation, but no matter what, I couldn't reach! It was becoming more and more painful! But I didn't leave! I didn't give up and started to search for the voice again, running everywhere I can go no matter how suffocating it feels. I wanted the voice back! I wanted to hear it again, and that's when I felt some of the other voices again, but it is not the same voice that I have been looking for!

"Yes, Olivia?" "I want to feel loved." I finally said. His brows came up in a questioning manner and I suddenly began to feel so nervous. I wanted to tell him I didn't have any wish and run away but I got to understand that sometimes, my voice had a mind of its own and could just choose to disappear. I had to make talking such an intentional thing, I have to pull my source from within and channel it to my vocals before I could speak.

“My daughter, my daughter is finally awake! Oh God thank you" I could deduce that the voice belonged to my mother. I wanted to turn towards the source of her voice but my body wouldn't move at my command. My body wasn't moving and it was just too frustrating. I tried calling out to her but I only produced low muffled sounds which was painful because my throat felt as dry as a desert. I could not understand what exactly was happening anymore.

Just as I was sinking deeper into frustration, that voice familiar, sharp, impossible to ignore cut through the silence again. “Stop it!” I jerked upright, heart racing. There it was, clear as day, right inside my head. The same voice that had haunted my thoughts since Blue Moon. “Stop what?” I muttered, half to myself, half hoping it would answer. “Trying to force it. You’re making it worse.” I clenched my fists, jaw tight. “Then what am I supposed to do? Just wait around for some miracle?” “Not wait. Listen. Learn. You’re not the same as before. You have to find your own way now.”

“Who’s that?” Oh that deep beautiful voice. How I’ve missed the melody of it. I find my voice from the bottomless pit of anxiety. “It…it’s me.” Not tonight. I will not stutter tonight. I hear a grumble. Silence follows. Thick silence. Thicker silence. I stand in front of that door, listening to nothing.

I could hear voices but couldn't figure out who it was before I opened my eyes,my instinct were already at alert " He's awake already' " He was lifeless when we found him,now we just need to find a cure for him" Different voices kept blabbing in the room at a pitch that was getting annoyingly disturbing and too loud for me " Could you all shut up and keep your yapping down? I try yelling in a voice that I couldn't believe was my own It seemed so frail and whiny, a far cry from the intimidating voice I used to exhibit I tried sitting up but couldn't, mainly because I couldn't feel my legs, after several attempts I felt someone give me a hand in sitting upright

A gentle ripple of laughter moved through the crowd. I steadied myself. “This song… it came from a version of me I wasn’t sure I would ever get back to.” A pause. My voice softened. “There was a time not too long ago where I lost everything that made me feel like myself. My voice didn’t feel like mine. My life didn’t feel like mine. Even my future felt… distant.”