Kisah Diriku Novels & Stories

Her POV March 2010 "Des, this is not for you! You have to get out of here." "Dad, I chose this. Please let go of my hand and just leave." We were in the middle of the courtyard of the Apostolic Work Convent. I had been here for five days already and suddenly my father shows up to bring me home. "Please... Don't do this... You are my only daughter." "Precisely Dad. I am your only daughter I am afraid karma would strike me for all the mess you've made. "

My reflection in the mirror caught my attention. The normal blonde hair I usually had started glowing, and my blue eyes sparkled like the ocean. I rubbed the bruise on my cheek and it slightly faded. So I rubbed harder and the bruise disappeared! I no longer needed a cover story. This day just kept getting better and better! 12 March 2021 was from now on the best day of my life. "Oooooh see me there in the mirror looking so fine. I'm just being me!" I sang and starting jumping on my bed. Hip music started playing by itself and I made up my own song.

Then, with a clear voice, I spoke out some lines, “if there is a story to be told, why should I not be the one to tell it? Do we all not have that choice to tell our own tales?” With another soundless breath of air, I changed the tone of my voice to mimic a different person, saying, “you always do this, brother! You let yourself think everything will be fine if only you can make it to a certain place or do a certain thing, but life is never that simple! You go into those woods and you won’t come back out again! The legends-” I cut myself off, changing my voice back to the previous one, my tone annoyed as I say, “I’m aware. I know the song as well as you do.”

He picked up his phone and typed one final blog post. *“The first time I told the truth, I was afraid no one would listen. The second time, I was afraid I’d lose everyone. But the third time… I told it for myself. And that made all the difference.”*

Caspian’s confession didn't just break the ice in my heart—it shattered the very foundations of my reality. He hadn't just found me in this life. He had hunted through the corridors of time to find the version of me that survived. "You came back for me," I whispered, my voice trembling against his lips.

"Don't make my ears bleed." "I'm telling you a story, respect it." After fake scolding me, he continued, "Once upon a time there was a princess, living in a far away kingdom . . ." He told me the story of a princess who was always alone, locked inside the castle and desired to see the world. His words invading everything. My pain, my mind, my urge to take drugs and the words. Only I heard him reciting to me in silence and with patience like before without asking what was the matter.

that I haven’t thought about myself. If this were really some W*****d kind of shit I’m in, then there must be something drastic to happen. However, when? What should I do? Yes, I’ve read fanfics about these kinds of stuff. But, I’m not them. I’m just an average human being. There’s nothing outstanding about me… If someone were to read this story, they’ll probably give up on the first few chapters. I mean, who wants to read a story about an introvert finally achieving her dream to escape reality and have something magical to her life?

He will come again. I didn't know what to do, should I be happy because my other personality came out and now I can get a proper treatment or should I be sad because my other personality has found himself a mate. And I don't know anything about her. I need to go to the bank to get the money my dad sent me. I am working as a freelancer but I am also getting money from my dad because of my expenses and treatment.