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A file titled “Who Was I Before You?” My pulse kicks up. Is Viola also a fan of the book? I step closer. And then I see it. Character profiles. Development notes. Unreleased chapters. I don’t move. I don’t even breathe. My brain pieces it together faster than I can process it. Viola is Shortstuff002. She wrote Who Was I Before You? The book I’ve been addicted to for months. The book I couldn’t stop thinking about. The book that felt so familiar. The book that, deep down, felt like her.

I whisper and Max’s hand finds mine. “You will be great, “ he tells me. “Now go get them. “ I go to the stage and we start by thanking everyone that they are here. My agent and my publisher flood the audience with compliments and reviews about how amazing the book is. My eyes search the crowd as I take a seat opposite the person who will moderate the presentation and ask the questions. He smiles and begins. “How did you come up with the idea of the book?” I lean back and my eyes flutter to the audience. Violet is here, Dominic is right next to her, Charlotte in his arms.

And Veronica was in on it. My hands clench into fists. Is Rachel really that insane? To endanger somebody’s life just because she doesn’t like them dating her ex-boyfriend? For someone proclaimed to be a genius, she sure is a petty little- I lose my train of thought as I shiver. It’s cold down here even with my jacket on. I need to figure out how to get out of here. I can’t see, so the symbols on the walls are useless and I can’t even mark the walls because of the same reason, assuming I can find anything to mark my path. But what if-?

Aiden asked, his voice rushing to get the words out, he had an idea, and I think I knew what he was getting at. “The book, yes, that’s it; show him the page, make him see the words in black and white right in front of his nose”, I gasped and ran back into my room, heading straight for the book. Grabbing it and turning around, I shoved it so hard into Aiden’s arms that I was sure I hurt him, but he didn’t complain.

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In the end, the inquisitive one won but first, I listened for footsteps and when I could make out none, I got off the bed and went for the book, flicking its first page open. The only person who could give me a book was Zena but it was also weird, what kind of book it was. It wasn’t the usual one we both read and enjoyed. It was some sort of self-help book and its title was even more weird. “Kicking trauma’s butt with style!”

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After getting up and sitting down again, she was too tired, got up, and decided to walk around the stage while talking and interacting with her audience. "Hello, Miss Adela, I've always admired you for a long time. My past is like a sad song. The one I love doesn't love me, the one who loves me is gone forever because of me. I thought I should die and give this beautiful life to someone else But I didn't and that's why I'm standing here today and talking to you. Most disappointing, she told me: 'Living a life is not easy, fear instills in us low self-esteem, no matter what we do, we will think we are a failure. But fear and boredom. hate yourself, loser, or whatever. It's the self in your mi

” I interest, feeling outrage and disappointment building inside me. "I told you before ." He opens his eyes. " How?" I ask between my teeth. I feel like time is running out. —Initiates the memory places of the mind, clears the fog and places photos of the specialists in fear in the center,— finally begins to speak. I composed the book to see if anyone else similar to me had seen them before. I thought I could reveal it, a work to incite... someone else's memory. They would see the cover, the indication of a memory, they would take the book, they would read it, the suffocated memories would rise to the top and then they would follow their direction towards me to find more, he clarifies almos

No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews and such. Hi! Thank you for reading my work. It's still in progress but if you're reading this, I'm really grateful and I appreciate your time. The story's idea was first made by the 12 year-old me (which was about 8 years ago). Too many things happened and because of our family transferring from one place to another, the papers on which I had written the story into, were misplaced and gone. I had them handwritten before. Luckily, I somehow got bored one day and remembered about this, so I decided to download Wattpad again and recover