Pieces Of Me Novels & Stories

And how can I trust anything I think or feel when it might all be fake too? The cold air hit my face. Made my eyes water. Or maybe that was something else. Everything hurts inside. Not just my heart. My whole self. Like someone took apart a puzzle and threw away half the pieces. Now I have to figure out what picture I'm supposed to make. But maybe there never was a real picture. Maybe I'm just broken pieces that don't fit anywhere. The street was empty. Dark windows looked down at me like dead eyes. Even the city felt fake now. Everything felt fake.

Then, he added, "I forgive her. Bring her to see me now…" But the longer Quilton waited, the more he looked as if he had been struck by lightning. He frantically called my phone, as if doing so could grant him some peace of mind. The men who had carried me away earlier now brought me back again. And in that moment, Quilton finally saw my face clearly. The anguish in his eyes was unmistakable. My delicate expression, my blinking eyes—how could a prop ever mimic this?

They found their way back to each other during my prenatal checkups. Stella was set to start working at a hospital, but she failed her intern evaluation. That was when Kyle came up with this plan. He turned my death into her stepping stone to fame. I loathed them so much that I could practically feel my teeth grinding to dust. I never thought I would come back to life at this exact moment.

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.

She was further along than both of those people. Not fixed — she didn't think people were fixed, had never believed in the fixed version of things. More like: integrated. The pieces of herself she'd been carrying separately — the twenty-four-year-old with the unfinished sentence, the woman in the green coat walking away from the champagne glasses, the agent who knew how to fix other people's broken things, the person who kept a rubber plant alive by accident and then on purpose — they were the same person. She was the same person. She'd just been able to see the whole shape of it now.

“But remember, Kael... I’m the one with the Glitch. Don’t think for a second that I won't rewrite you, too.” Kael’s eyes flashed blue. He leaned in, resting his forehead against hers. “God, I hope you try.”

I turn to look at him and I remember the Sterling I fell in love with. He’s the same person standing here today, I just know his flaws now. ..... Gosh, he looks so broken. Well, I am too. He broke me. But broken pieces can be glued together again, right? I’m willing. I’m willing to glue the broken pieces. “Wesley, please give us the room.” I say formally. “You got to be kidding me.” Wesley says in frustration.

My pieces are still falling apart. The only difference is that I’m trying to make it through this darkness. I am trying to get back all those pieces that once belonged together. I’m crawling on the shards of glass called life and I believe I’ll make it through if only I just keep breathing. I am my daddy’s Celeste after all.

for my earnings I have to work and there is no looking back or two way puzzle . Well where are you going ? are you too going alone ? Vickii- well even I am .. yeah you are right , I am all alone and to the fact , I chose this path and I am not a child like you ..listen kiddo , I really don’t know what’s going on but you should at least know someone ..after all you are going all alone to the city ..well may I know what happened , why are you in this condition ? who is responsible for this?

Today is going- not so great. I went about my day as usual- or rather as I remember. I pampered myself in the warm shower and stayed in there till the water lost its warmth. Standing in front of my full length mirror, I looked at my reflection I still couldn’t believe my eyes. I was simply shaken to the core as I stood in front of the mirror staring at my body. My hand flew to my mouth to prevent myself from crying out loud. I didn’t want to alarm my family. I was very disappointed in myself for not taking the time to notice the dark marks smearing parts of my body-the scars. There was a huge one on my back. It looked like my back was terribly burnt, maybe roasted over fire. It looked very