Lose Yourself The Voice Novels & Stories

' Our body and soul has gone rogue? I don't understand... "How can we be one if you're making no sense?" I thrash against the invisible force that is imprisoning me. 'Trust me on this Mila. Find yourself before you resurface as you are about to step into a whole new world.' The voice begins to fade, and I stagger forward, tripping over my own feet. I wait with bated breath for my body to make contact with the cold, hard ground, but there is nothing and I continue to plunge deeper into a sea of uncertainty.

The voice continues as though I hadn’t interrupted. “Closer, closer, closer to your destiny,“ The voice is becoming clearer, but I feel only more confused. “What do you mean, my destiny?“ I call back. “Can you hear me?“ “Find it. Find it. You must find it.” The voice continues. The quote you have to find it.” “Find what? Please, tell me! Who are you?“ I call out. The Voice does not respond. Instead, my own words echo back at me, becoming louder and louder: “Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?” As my words become louder, the moon glows brighter and brighter until I’m blinded.

The voice of Jasmin echoed in my mind, her words resonating with clarity and purpose. "Eliza, trust in yourself. The power to shift lies within you, waiting to be awakened," Jasmin's voice whispered, her tone filled with encouragement and support. I closed my eyes, allowing her words to sink deep into my consciousness, letting go of the doubts and fears that had clouded my mind.

I fell into a deep sleep, feeling safe and warm. When I woke up the next morning, Loss was gone. I sat up in my bed, feeling a bit dejected, but I tried to play it off that it was only Tuesday. Getting up, I stopped as I heard someone talking, Loss sitting at the dining room table, wearing my headset, and using my voice. I gave him a crazed look, and he gave me a thumbs up, saying to do what I needed to do in his own voice, and he went back to answering calls using my voice.

"You've always been afraid, Aria. Afraid of your own power, of the destruction you might cause. Now, you must face that fear, or be forever trapped in its grip." Liora's reflection, bathed in the soft glow of the moon, whispered hauntingly, "You've hidden from your destiny, Liora. But no more. Embrace your true nature or be lost to the darkness." As their reflections' words echoed ominously, a thick mist began to roll in, obscuring their surroundings. Each member of the trio could hear the other's calls, but they couldn't see one another. And as the chilling fog enveloped them, a deep, resonating voice declared, "Face yourself, accept yourself, or be forever lost in the Nexus."

Each step, each breath, felt like it was taking me further from the person I used to be. I was losing myself. And I didn’t know if I would ever come back. I had to do something. Anything. I started talking to myself, whispering words just to hear my own voice. I needed to know I still existed, that I was still real. But even my voice sounded strange, distant, like it didn’t belong to me anymore. I wasn’t sure what I was saying half the time. Just words, spilling out like a lifeline, trying to hold onto some shred of sanity.

the voice whispers. The words hit. Deep. Because for the first time— it feels true. “No,” I whisper back. “Yes.” “No.” “You lost him.” The world narrows. Sharp. Focused. Painful. “You lost him,” it repeats. “Stop.” “You couldn’t save him.” “Stop.” “You’ll lose everything.” “STOP!” The word explodes out of me. Energy surging violently. The space fractures— cracks spreading outward— forcing everything back. Silence crashes down.

I was going to lose myself. 💔

Lane's words continue to echo in my mind as a constant reminder. What's wrong with trusting people? Refusing to trust would only make life more challenging. How can I change this aspect of my personality, and how will it endanger me? “There's only one place where you can finally find the peace of mind you're always searching for, Nowo,” a mysterious voice informs me. “Would you like to know?” “Who are you?” I wonder. It takes a moment to realize I'm no longer in our base. The darkness and isolation are replaced by the fluctuating voice, sometimes resembling the headmaster, Arphen, Moha, Lane, and others. "You want peace, right?" it asks again.

I was worried about what they would do when they found out about the voice. But the moment stretches too long, and I hesitate. That’s all it takes for my nemesis to stir. The voice awoke, sliding through my head like a cold wind on a winter night. "She doesn’t understand." I press my palms against my temples. “Not now,” I whisper. Not in front of her. I was trying to keep this under wraps and the voice coming now was the worst time. Lora straightens. “What?” "She never will." My breath hitches. The fire seems dimmer now, the world around us seemed to be turning, and flickering. The voice wraps around me, pressing against my skull, its whispers turning into something more.