Pieces Of Me Novels & Stories

Still waiting. Not forcing. Just existing. Like he knows I haven’t actually solved anything by locking this door. My fingers tremble slightly. And for the first time since everything started collapsing— I feel it clearly. This isn’t a triangle. This is something fractured. And I am standing exactly in the middle of the break. Holding pieces that don’t want to stay together anymore.

" I stared at her in disbelief, as if seeing her for the first time. I explained slowly, "I don't know what you're talking about. The Keller family's affairs have nothing to do with me. I've never spoken a single ill word about Preston in front of your parents. I told you that I'd help you, and I won't go back on my word." Rowena frowned, then noticed sharply that many of the items in the boxes were gifts she had once given me–even the photos she had taken of me. By then, half of them had already been burned.

attempt to stop her. This has been our family dynamic ever since that happened when we were kids. Saying, "Ma/Pa, I'm going upstairs to rest, and it is getting late," I spun around without waiting for their response. In preparation for bed, I laid down my belongings and changed into my pajamas. It hurts and makes me feel weak all over. Tiredness has set in. As per my customary routine, I rose early the following morning. Today is a day off for me. I pulled out my phone, and there were texts from Kent. You shouldn't accompany Gabriel later. When I do this, you won't like it. Out of nowhere, I felt a surge of anxiety and my hands began to tremble. The show was canceled yesterday night. Has it

Man, f- prom F- the teacher that was always talking on the intercom And f- the student that we thought was always gon' bring in a b- And all of the girls wild, them b- was too foul They all on my d- now Huh, as we go on (as we go on), we remember (we remember) All the times we (all the times), spent together (ooh, woah) As our lives change (ooh, woah), from whatever We will still be (we will still), friends forever Um, information leaker, had a crush on one of my teachers Used to fantasize making love with her behind the bleachers And to all the people who ain't like me, I ain't like me either Half my class was having kids, guess we had that jungle fever Uh, I was waiting for my graduation (

I opened the door of my room and walked in. There I saw it, the unfinished drawing I had of her. I ran my hand through it. Maybe I should have never met her because she was driving me crazy, making it hard for me to go with my initial plan of staying away from her. She was like a drug, intoxicating me. I snatched the paper forcefully from the board, ripping it in the process. I tore it into tiny pieces, making sure none of the pieces was recognizable. It wasn't her I hated, I hated myself.

The pieces of my existence were scattered all around me, like the jigsaw puzzle of my life, cruelly disassembled. My eyes fell on a photo frame, its glass shattered but the image inside miraculously intact. It was a picture of my parents, their smiles forever preserved in that moment of joy. The contrast between their happiness and the devastation around me was almost too much to bear. I continued my search, driven by a desperate need to salvage something from the wreckage. My fingers brushed against a crumpled piece of paper tucked beneath a fallen bookshelf. I unfolded it, and my heart skipped a beat as I recognized Kevin's familiar handwriting.

I had poured my heart and soul into trying to keep myself intact, but once again, I found myself broken into pieces. I could hardly bear the overwhelming emotions that flooded me when I collapsed onto the ground. Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the remnants of my shattered determination. The room, felt as it was closing in on me, suffocating me with its heavy air. Each breath I took seemed like a battle, a constant struggle against the weight of my despair. And with every beat of my heart, I was painfully reminded of the pieces of myself that lay broken.

“You remember.” My lips parted, but no words came out. My mind screamed to deny, deny, deny, but my heart… my heart betrayed me. I could still feel it, the crackle of firelight, the scent of cedar, the way his eyes had burned as he leaned in that night. “Fragments,” I whispered before I could stop myself. “Just pieces. They're just pieces and not enough to make sense of it.” “Bullshit.” His nostrils flared as he roared, the tension in his shoulders going taut like a bowstring. “Pieces are enough. You said you didn’t know me at all, was that another lie too?”

I could see her reflection now in a hundred shattered pieces, each one reflecting a different version of myself—one filled with pain, one filled with anger, one filled with longing. I hated all of them. “Damn you, Luciano,” I whispered, my voice trembling, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. “Damn you for doing this to me.” A sob tore from my throat as I sank to my knees, my body wracked with emotion. I felt like I was unraveling, like every piece of me was slowly slipping away, and I didn’t know how to put myself back together. Because no matter how much I screamed, no matter how much I broke, no matter how hard I tried—

Now. I clenched my teeth, fists knotting as anger seeped in. Why? Why had my life never been mine? Why was I so lucky to have this boyfriend who tried to kill me? Why did I never get chosen? Never get loved? Never get something I wanted? Never ever. I gave a sharp laugh echo that was more of a sob, my trembling hands. And then I saw it. A piece of broken glass, jagged and pointed, like someone deliberately left it there.