Fix Me Ten Years Novels & Stories

He probably knows I married Alex and got divorced. Swallowing the shame, I press a trembling hand to my chest. “Why now? Why give me this now?” “Because today marks exactly ten years,” he replies. “And because you’re not the same girl you were back then. You’re on your way to becoming a surgeon now. You’ve seen death. Saved lives. You’re ready for what’s inside this box.” I glance down at it, the weight of ten years pressing against my chest. My fingers hover over the brass lock.

" I pointed a finger at her. "You know absolutely nothing about what you're saying, Mia. Yes, those pictures are of me, but for the last freaking time, they're THROWBACK PHOTOS! Those pictures were taken ten years ago, twenty years ago—even five years ago! That's where you got them from. Human beings are bound to change!" I took a deep breath before continuing. "The same way your body changes as you grow older is the same way mine changed. My curves developed naturally, and my stomach became slimmer over time. I'm not faking anything because everything you're seeing on my body today developed naturally!"

Stanley Cup Final. Ten Years Later. CAL I've been hitting Ethan Locke for ten years. Not always legally, not always cleanly. Sometimes only with my eyes, sometimes with words, mostly with the full, undeniable weight of my massive body driving him into the boards. Ten years of crossing ice, a decade of wanting – needing – to leave a mark that he can’t just get up and skate away from. Ten years ago, I wanted to hit him because he mocked me, now I hit him because it’s the only language loud enough to fucking reach him.

he breathes, standing slowly. I don’t speak, neither need to. He pulls out the chair across from him, and I sit like it’s the most natural thing in the world. We stare at each other for a few seconds, maybe longer. He’s still beautiful. But not perfect. There’s a small scar by his temple now. More lines around his mouth. A sadness in his eyes that wasn’t there before. “Ten years,” I say finally. “I counted every one.” “You disappeared.” I said again, sharper now.

I looked away from him and turned back to the camera, continuing, "In such a short period, sales have already hit 7,000. If we reach 22,000 sales and 20 million likes, I'll lay out everything about this family. "For starters, we have a freeloading PhD holder who lived off a woman for ten years. Next, we have a status-hungry sister-in-law and a paralyzed mother. Oh, and don't forget the PhD holder's junior, with whom he's having an affair. I can even tell you about the freeloading guy spending 3.84 million dollars in ten years! "All of this is what I personally experienced. I swear that if I'm lying, may the heavens strike me dead!"

Oh well, another level of timidity dominated me. It then clicked that I was supposed to go grocery shopping but I had less cash on me. My parents were ignorant about my part-time jobs. How was I supposed to produce money for grocery shopping? After walking for twenty-four minutes, I went back inside the studio, to see Evans all ready to go home. I thanked the stars because it was almost time for me to be at the restaurant. I stepped out and sighted the tall model exit in my crush's car, the lykan hypersport. I sighed and realized that I'll never be his girl. How could I even possibly expect that!!!

"I have something to deal with in another world. I'll come back the day after tomorrow to take you home." The system's familiar mechanical voice sounded again. My vision blurred, my face drained of color. I forced a faint, bitter smile and answered softly, "I'll wait for you." Ten years ago, I chose to stay. I believed I could walk hand in hand with Jonathan Elroy until old age. I believed I would never again have anything to do with the system. Who would have thought that ten years later, we would still lose to reality?

“You’re pretty good at that.” “I would wrap the football players’ hands when we had hell week.” He looked down at me. “I’m sorry Vi…about your family.” I smiled, shrugging. “It’s been ten years or ten years tomorrow.” My smile faltered and I buried my head in my knees. “Every time it comes around, I just fall apart still. Ten years and I still can’t deal.” “Should I get my dad?” Shaking my head, I sighed. “I’m fine. Thank you for your help Liam. I didn’t mean to dump on you.”

She finished up with a kiss on his lips and danced happily to her room. Little did she know that Tony was the same man from Ten years ago. A past she didn’t want to remember. * * TEN YEARS AGO “I know a doctor who can help, Bethany.” The young brown haired boy said to Bethany as she paced around her small studio apartment, her body shaking unconditionally from the effect of the drug she had taken. “I don’t need a fucking doctor! I’ll be fine after one more tablet so hand it over!” She screamed, throwing a can of beer at him.

I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. “Because I feel I owe you an explanation. Five years ago, I was wrong. I didn’t just leave you, I made you feel like you weren’t enough. That was my fault, Aisha. And I just want to say—I’m not looking for anything from you. I just want you to know that I realize I was wrong.” His words hung in the air, and for a moment, I didn’t know how to feel. Angry? Relieved? Or just tired?