I've Tried So Hard Novels & Stories

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

’ I tried, I really tried to resist but it was too much for me, too powerful. I followed the voice.

So I tried harder. I tried to be good. I tried to be useful. I tried to make them love me. All I ever got back was deeper disgust.

No matter how hard they tried. ---

Left to deal with everything crashing down around me. I closed my eyes, trying to find some clarity in the chaos, but it was hard. It was so hard.

“Makeup. It’s stupid. Confusing. Annoying. All of it.” Mariah sat up, interested. “I’m listening.” “I mean,” I continued, words tumbling out now, “every time someone says I ‘don’t even try,’ it’s like, you have no idea how much I’ve tried.” I rubbed my forehead, feeling heat creep up my neck.

I’m sorry, Keira. I tried. And damn it—I would try again.

Trying to be useful without being controlling. Trying to make peace with being bridge instead of foundation or future. Some days I manage it. Some days I don't. But I'm trying. That's all anyone can do."

We were trying both of us amd that was enough. I hate this.

I tried to focus and absorb as much as possible, but it was hard. Clips of the past bombarded me. The harder I tried to grasp, the worse it was. It was like I was in an hourglass trying to grab at sand, but it was just slipping through my fingers. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't keep ahold of them.