Once I Was Lost Novels & Stories

A gentle ripple of laughter moved through the crowd. I steadied myself. “This song… it came from a version of me I wasn’t sure I would ever get back to.” A pause. My voice softened. “There was a time not too long ago where I lost everything that made me feel like myself. My voice didn’t feel like mine. My life didn’t feel like mine. Even my future felt… distant.”

Please don’t try to find me through my dealer He won’t pick up his phone Please don’t try my father either He ain’t been home for years I know I’m no spirit seeker I can’t sleep through the tears I get lost in the ether I check it, I wreck it, I turn it around I gave you all my money, gave you all my money Gave you all my money, gave you all my money I don’t wanna live I don’t wanna give you nothing ’Cause you never give me nothing back Why can’t you be good for something? Not one shirt off your back Why can’t you be good for something? Not one shirt off your back She was so lost in the song that she did not notice someone was playing horn from behind. Just then she felt as if something hit

“Who isn’t? There are pieces of ourselves that just disappear with time and by the time we even realize something is missing, we’re already a shadow of ourselves.” “Do you remember who you were, before you were lost?” I had never sat myself down to ponder about that. Who was I before I was lost? The moment I left Kevin I felt so lost, like a puppy abandoned in the middle of the Pacific. I had no direction, no zeal to live, nothing. Just a gaping abyss in my soul. But was I lost when I left Kevin or when I met him? “I hardly remember, I’ve become so used to my life now that I’ve never really thought about it.” I shrugged.

All lyrics of the music turn into a beautiful melody inside my head. I was once a lost young lady, lost in a sea of selfishness, all I think about that time is myself. I perhaps lost myself multiple times, but being lost leads me to the people who unexpectedly stay till the end. “I've seen the world, lit it up as my stage now, channeling angels in the new age now, hot summer days, rock and roll, the way you'd play for me at your show, and all the ways I got to know, your pretty face and electric soul.”

I closed my eyes, letting the words come from the deepest part of my soul. ”I woke up lost, in a blank, empty space, A stranger to my own name, a forgotten face. Ten long years, just gone with the breeze, No memories to hold, no past to appease. The world spun around me, a blurry, strange show, Didn't know where to turn, didn't know where to go.”

Literally and physically, and I can't risk that especially after how much time and energy I put in rebranding the new me. All the gym and therapy sessions, all the nights of being awake and weeping as the truth looked me in the eye. Nobody wanted me. Not my father who gave me off to a man who hated my guts, or said man who didn’t even want to look at my face, or any member of his household who either maltreated me or ignored me. And I worked every hour of every day so I never had to feel that way again. “I can’t risk it,” I tell him, “your family is filled with the most horrib—”

It was a day that is unfortunate for Luke Martin. He was subpoenaed earlier by the city police, in reference to the footage that was recorded near the Mills' residence. "A beautiful woman came to us yesterday and handed over an evidence pointing that it was you who entered the home of the Mills on the fifteenth of November." He had no other option but to go, at first he thought that he might escape, but knowing that it was a rich man who backed Cathy, it would not be easy for him to get away with it. He suddenly remembered what Vivian had told him over the phone, “You picked the wrong house!" It was definitely his fault, the only reason that they were roaming around is that they were looking

This time he used the other name he knew who had a bad temper. “--lost.” He heard her speak and he didn’t hear any other sound after that. He went to the couch and looked at the door, waiting for them to come out. Inside the room, Kyla was sitting on the floor, she saw blood on her feet and it reminded her of awful things she had run away when they were little. “I’m lost.” she quietly said before she was pulled back to blackness.

I had an audience, so I needed to make this worthwhile. I cleared my throat and began to speak. “Last year I was living in a small pack deep in the forest. I had no clue who I was or what I was missing. I had no family, no memories, and no future. When I look around this table I see everything I ever wanted for myself and then some. Old faces I never thought I’d see again,” I looked to my Mom and Dad, who had their hands clasped together, along with Hael and Marcel, “…and new faces that I can’t imagine living without.” My gaze slid over Mykelle, Cole, Olive, Graham, and Sylvia. “There isn’t a single one of us here tonight that hasn’t felt some form of loss. We all carry its scars. They’ll ne

I'm a shell of the girl I used to be, I'm nothing more than a husk of the girl I once was. I used to have friends and go out, I used to love adventure and be daring but now all I do is hide out in the house until I know longer have black eyes or the swelling in my nose has gone down enough it's not that noticeable but I can't keep doing this I can't keep loosing what little bit of me is left.