Finding Myself Novelas e Histórias

After multiple similar suicide attempts, Ivy's threat no longer work for them. "Get down now. It's embarrassing when others know about this." Mike frowned, growing extremely annoyed with Ivy's desperate attitude. "Dad, Mom, are you going to let them insult me?" Irene was fed up with Ivy's desperate attitude as well. "You don't love yourself. You keep threatening us with your life. We have had enough." They knew that blindly indulging her would only boost her arrogance. She would only get more and more arrogant. Ivy looked at Mike and Irene, as well as Keith who looked disgusted. She had made her decision. She looked down at the air mattress that was already properly set up by the firefighter

Kimberly opened her eyes blearily and found herself lying on a bed in a strange room. She groaned and struggled to sit up as the memories of the events of the past few days came rushing back to her head in a heavy rush. She had remembered meeting up with Mr grumpy after leaving her family at the hospital, she also remembered falling asleep halfway through the journey. With her head banging heavily, she slightly looked up and discovered she was in what felt like a hospital room.

She asked me. “Umm…to find myself, I guess.” I smiled to no one in particular as I stared off into space. “Uhh…yeah…okay, whatever that means,” Shaylee chuckled as she took a bite of a slice of pie we were sharing. “Like, a place to explore, a place to discover who you truly are inside and outside! It’s a place to discover who you are meant to be for the rest of your life!” I explained with so much passion in my voice, I think she was inspired herself.

At 3:00 a.m., I was slapped awake. "Your sister had a panic attack. She spent two hours banging on your door, and you had the nerve to pretend you were asleep!" My parents stood at my bedside, faces rigid with fury. My sister, Faye Radford, was huddled in the arms of Kellan Garrett, my boyfriend since childhood. She shook with sobs. "Alina, you're so selfish." Kellan looked at me, his voice thick with disapproval. "You know Faye can't function without you." I had always been the only thing that calmed her down when the panic hit. The moment I tried to put any distance between us, she spiraled again. She was the reason I had given up my spot at a top prep school to transfer to the same

My fiancée and my best friend were the top partners at a multi-million-dollar law firm, while I was just the guy handling the administrative work. In the courtroom, they were in perfect sync, trading fierce legal arguments and sharing an effortless dynamic. In their personal lives, they casually flirted through law jokes that only the two of them understood. I could never get a word in, edge-wise. Every time they laughed, I offered a painfully awkward smile. Even at my mother's funeral, nothing changed. They chatted merrily in front of her coffin, eventually breaking into audible laughter. “Clara, can you greet the guests?” I called out to her. I was the only child in the family, and a

"Yeah?" "Yeah. I think... I think I like how things are right now." "Even though we're in this weird in-between space where nobody actually knows what we are?" "Especially because of that," Rhona said. "I like that we can just be without having to define it." "Okay," Adrian said. "I can work with that."

over and over in my brain. I shove my fingers into my temples to try to get rid of the memories. My body feels like a stone because of how hard the truth is that I'm facing. I never thought I would be sitting alone in a rundown motel with no money and no one to talk to. I promised myself I would never let go of my pride, but now it feels like something I can't afford. The only thing left to do is stay alive. I click on my bank account, and it says zero. As I thought it would be.

Being present without demanding anything in return. "I don't know what to do with myself," I said. The words came out raw, unguarded in a way I hadn't been in months. "All this time, I've been moving. Fighting. Running. And now there's nothing left to run from. No enemy. No threat. Just—" I gestured at the empty air. "This." Adam was quiet for a moment. Then: "Maybe that's the point. Maybe now you get to find out who you are when you're not fighting."

The next morning, I spoke to myself in the mirror. “You’re not running,” I said aloud. I waited. “You’re not abandoning anyone.” I nodded at my reflection. “You’re choosing yourself.” That one took a second longer to believe. At a bookstore, the cashier asked, “Looking for anything specific?” “No,” I said. “Just browsing.” She smiled. “That’s how you find what you didn’t know you needed.” I bought a blank journal. That evening, Damian crossed my mind. Not painfully. Not angrily. Just… neutrally.

The room feels too small and quiet, like it’s closing in on me, pressing in from all sides. I kissed him. No. I did worse than that. “Fuck!” I mutter under my breath, dragging a hand down my face. This isn’t me. I straighten slowly, forcing myself to look at my reflection again, as if staring long enough, I’ll find something familiar staring back. “I’m straight,” I say under my breath. The words feel solid and grounding. “I’ve always been straight.” And that’s the truth. It has to be. There’s no confusion there or a gray area.