Here We Go Again On My Own Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Just pray the Lord doesn't direct your feet back to this house until your mother's anger cools" I laugh so hard. I clutch my ribs for support, choking on the sound. I'm really stepping on their last nerves. "That's been my prayer every day—that the Lord never sends me back to this depressing shithole." My voice cracks. I hate that. I hate being this weak. What am I thinking standing up to them? That's the real problem—I'm not thinking. I fix my headphones over my ears and play "Tell your heart to beat again" by Danny Gokey. I dash through the front door, spreading my hands like wings, like maybe I'll take off if I run fast enough.

Once again. "No....no....no...no, what have I done?"

I'm not going anywhere. Not ever again

I screwed up. I have to make this right.

Medically, my heart's beating fine, but emotionally, it's probably dying. Unsure of what the day would bring, I stood up from my bed. This time, I won't let fate decide for me. I have seen my future and there's no way I would go through that again. I was brought back for a reason, and I won't waste my time the second time around. I took a long bath and put on my favorite black shirt and black shorts. After wearing my sneakers, I grabbed my pink sweater in the closet and ran downstairs. "Did someone die?" Sienna asked as she eyed me from head to foot.

The jotter had a pen attached to it, in which she intended to use in quoting down Joe's statement. She also placed her phone on recording mode to get a voice note. “Argh ugh” Joe cleared his throat and looked around the room for perhaps what he could call a clue to the answer to the question. “You may begin talking” Genevieve gave him a go ahead. “I don't really remember much about myself. All I can tell you is that I am eighteen years old. “That is the only thing you could recall?” Genevieve repeated. “This will be quite a bit hard” Genevieve confessed.

On some occasions, some were won in silence. And I would continue to choose yourself again and again until someone would love me without needing to own you. “I'm such a confused creature” I whispered to myself

I said, enunciating each word, "because you mistake trash for treasure." Wendy's face froze. I continued, "Wendy, you've always wondered how a 'poor researcher' like me could afford a standalone villa in Starlit Bay for our wedding home, haven't you?" I turned my head toward the now-pale, trembling Shawn. "Go." My voice wasn't loud, but carried an unmistakable command. "Turn on the largest LED display in your showroom. Connect it to my phone." Overwhelmed by my aura, he obeyed almost instinctively despite his confusion.

This is too much for me. Am I ever going to go home?

I got up from the desk and finally announced my answer, "No. I got myself in this mess, I'll fix myself." "In that case, you will do it alone and—" XXX