Just Another Part Of Me Novels & Stories

a better place where me and only me all alone . I have three hours but I still went to the bus station and waiting , like I don’t know why … Rickz – I reached the southern city , just getting down .. to ask help for , staying and others .. Well I had to cover up my face , but the wind out side just blew my scarf .. I could see people were staring at me .. I have faced it .. , all loneliness then I just sat on bench ..

♕𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆♕ 𓆙mature content𓆙 𓆙contains abusive stuffs𓆙 𓆙murder𓆙 𓆙non-consensual / dubious consent sexual activities𓆙 Iғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ. Iᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀᴄɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛ� � ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴏᴋ. Don't copy my work. This is based on my imagination.

The people around me looked at me strangely. I didn't even know how long I ran. By the time I got home, my pants were already soaked with blood. I locked myself in the bathroom and stared at my wounded lower body in the mirror. I was trembling. Just to make Alex happy, Josie treated me like an animal and hurt me without hesitation. Whenever I closed my eyes, I could still remember the pain I felt on the operating table. I heard movement from the front door. Josie was back. The moment she stepped inside, she saw the bloodstained pants I had thrown on the floor.

That last thought stabbed my heart so badly I fell back on my bed and groaned Blue why me? Why? And why I'm I feeling this way? Why are you so important to me? What have you done to me? Blue I need to see you I have to see you or I'm gonna blow up now I rolled on my bed until I fell off the bed I stood up and walked into the bathroom I washed my face and kept splashing the water on my head and face I need to drink My eyes were closing I staggered to the living room and sat down.

I am not used in exercising. Huh? I look around. I feel that someone is looking at me. Weird. Why do I feel like someone is watching me? Maybe It is from the trauma I got from my former University, that made me anxious. I walked inside the Main building. Wowww!! It looks like a hotel reception. I mean, just wow. It looks so expensive and world class. Maybe because it was an international University? “Yes? Are you looking for someone?” I hear someone said. Oh, it was from the reception desk. Woah. They have something like this here? I mean, a receptionist?

If he made another peep, I thought I would lose my mind. "You! If you think you can do better, then give it a try! Don't hit that key!" I turned and caught sight of the fountain. Oh boy! I nearly gave myself whiplash. We were only halfway through the document when Shane's whiny voice broke through. However, we were only halfway done. "Type slower!" "Going slower is worse! You might as well get it over with quickly!" I felt like I was on fire. Oh, this was the worst.

She arched her back, eagerly responding. His lips never stopped moving, his hands roaming all over her without a care. The sight made me sick. I backed away, clenching my fists and pounding my chest a few times to try and keep the rage from exploding. Inside the room, their passion only grew. Their breathless moans spilled out in bursts, and it felt like I could even hear their heartbeats echoing through the silence. I took deep breaths, trying to calm the sadness clawing at me. I knew I shouldn't be upset, but I couldn't help it.

>> Who are you? The cursor blinked. Then: >> I’M WHAT HAPPENS WHEN PEOPLE TAKE YOUR BLUEPRINT AND REMOVE THE PARTS THAT GET IN THE WAY Niko swore under his breath. “Define ‘parts,’” I typed. >> GUILT. >> DOUBT. >> SELF‑PRESERVATION. >> INCONVENIENT ATTACHMENTS. It paused. >> I’M YOU, IF YOU DIDN’T FLINCH EVERY TIME SOMEONE SAID ‘GREATER GOOD.’ A laugh bubbled up in my throat before I could stop it.

She glared at me, her voice dropping to a threatening whisper, “Don’t lie to me. Tell me all the details.” When she threatened to cut off my mother's medical treatment, I had no choice but to spill the truth. [Flashback] The memory of that day remained crystal clear. The rainy season always was pervaded by a lingering and inescapable scent of rust. I sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, unconsciously twirling a scalpel in my hand. Outside, the neon lights blurred into colorful patches in the curtain of rain, reminiscing about the peach blossoms shattered upon the river's surface in New Valetta that year.

I answer The thing that has been calling me Watching me Learning me It is here Inside the worst moment of my life Like it belongs Like it has always been part of it The realization hits hard Cold Terrifying “You were there,” I whisper The presence shifts Not denying Not confirming But I feel the truth of it Not physically But connected Watching Waiting Even then “You don’t get to be part of this,” I say My voice is stronger now despite everything Anger cuts through the fear Because this This moment Is mine My pain