I Got A New Life You Would Hardly Recognize Me Novels & Stories

Do you suddenly recognise the value and cherish or do you go back to not valuing it? I shook my head. No. I couldn’t go back to Liam. That part of my life was over. What I needed was a new start, with someone new. Maybe this time, I’d even be the one to ask a man out. That would be the beginning of my new self. Do the crazy things. Face my fears. Be braver, stronger. The thought filled me with a strange joy. I stood, brushing the dirt off my clothes, and whispered to myself, “I’m different now. A new person.”

I waved to everyone, looking them with sadness, missing them already. They make my life complete. Without them, big piece of me is missing. I am walking towards my new life, towards new me. Will I change, or will I return the same as I was? Will Mike still love me after I come back? Will Hannah still be my best friend? What will change in Seattle? I sighed deeply realizing my whole life will change the moment I step on this plane. I was holding my Even star through the whole time. I was ready to step into the world.

Just for a second. Then, without looking back “For your new life.”

* *What if I'm not strong enough* *To rise and start again? *But then I feel this heartbeat* *Growing deep inside* *And I know I'm not alone here* *No matter what I decide* My hand moved from the guitar to my stomach. Just for a moment. Just enough. The crowd stirred. Whispers spreading like wildfire. *So call me over, call me done* *Call me yesterday's news* *I'll still be here tomorrow* *Living what I choose* *I'm not your phoenix rising* *I'm not your comeback queen*

Maybe he had never been treated like that before, but slowly, the calls stopped. The messages also went silent. At last, I could start adjusting to a new life. At first, it felt strange being in an unfamiliar place and a brand-new job all by myself. However, little by little, I realized I could actually find joy in it. Life began to feel meaningful and purposeful again. The part of me that had been suppressed for years was finally breaking free. Sometimes, though, my thoughts would drift back to the past, to those unforgettable moments that had carved themselves into my heart.

There’s no going back now. I head out of the shower, my towel wrapped loosely around my breasts. My hair is still soaking wet as I wipe off the fog from the bathroom mirror. I stare at my reflection but I don’t recognize who’s staring back. I blink once. Twice. To be sure it’s not a dream. It isn’t. My new reality is that I’ve taken a life, and I have to live with it for the rest of my life.It’s just for the meantime. I sniffle. It’ll pass eventually. ***

Life for me. ***

They even brought my driver's son, Oscar Warner, just so he could watch and laugh at my misery. "Oscar, look at Percy. He doesn't even look like a person anymore. It's disgusting!" Oscar walked up to me with a twisted smile and slapped me without hesitating. "Aren't you supposed to be super fertile? Let's see how many women you can knock up at the same time!" The second I remembered everything they had done to me in my past life, a wave of revulsion hit me, and I gagged hard. My grandmother instantly noticed and looked at me with deep worry.

But now, he was standing in someone else's house with a young, attractive woman nestled in his arms, her own wrapped around his waist. Both of them turned to me at the same time. I froze up, my mind going blank. For a few seconds, it felt as if the world had disappeared around me. "Is that my order?" The woman's voice pulled me back to reality. Holding in the shock I felt, I glanced at Edgar. He didn't recognize me. I was wearing my yellow delivery uniform with a face mask and a cap. He wouldn't have expected me to turn up here. "Hello. Are you Ms. Irina Upton who placed an order to be delivered to Block 18, Unit 802?" I asked, purposely disguising my voice.

To me, myself and myself, I was ready for war. When I got to the location, the build had no one. There was nothing in there, I searched until I got Black Jesus`s phone itself. Damn, they played me. I received a call from mom, “My son, your Dad…us.” “Mom, I can`t hear you. You are cutting this side.” “Your Dad has…” “Pardon?” This time, I pardoned not because I couldn’t hear her. I wanted her to say it for the last time. Her words didn’t change. Dad is no more.