Take Control Of Your Life Novels & Stories

Worse, Brian would have to undo all the work he’s already put in just to pull me back to normal. It’s not like I want to be difficult right now. But when something happens that reminds you just how little control you have over your own life, you start making a fuss over everything—inside and out. And right now, I feel like I control nothing. My once peaceful life is teetering on the edge of destruction, and I have no way of stopping it. Sure, if Brian and Aaron manage to track down whoever’s behind this, maybe—maybe—I’ll start feeling like myself again. But until then? Peace is a luxury I can’t afford.

I needed some space and I didn't want anyone to disturb me whatsoever. Most people had sworn that they were going to make my life a living hell but I wasn't going to allow that to happen. I was in control of my life and I was not going to allow anyone to gain access into my life and mess things up. That was not all…I had decided that I won't be wasting my energy on things that don't matter. Instead, I would use it to find out something that had been wrong with the park. It might sound strange to the ears but trust me, it's a better development than allowing myself to cry every time someone says something terrible about me.

She got up and gave me a hug. "It's all over. Live for yourself from now on." It was something so simple, even an outsider understood. And yet, it had taken me six whole years to finally wake up. Fortunately, it still wasn't too late.

“They can come to you.” My jaw tightens. “That’s not the same.” “It’s what’s happening.” Silence stretches. Tense. Sharp. “You don’t get to do this,” I say quietly. “I already did.” The calm in his voice, the certainty, makes something inside me snap. “You don’t get to control every part of my life,” I snap. “I control what keeps you alive.” “And what about what I want?” A pause. Too long. “This isn’t about what you want.”

“Yeah, it is. It’s not about running away—it’s about being in control of something when everything else feels so out of your hands. I guess that’s what makes it worth it for me.” Coal, who’d been quietly munching on his food, raised his glass. “I can see that. It’s what we all have in common, isn’t it? The drive to take control of our lives and make something of ourselves.” For a moment, there was a comfortable silence, a shared understanding.

Controlled. Just like me.

"It’s not like thαt." "Then how is it?! Mαke me understαnd! ‘Cause I must be missing something! How do you go from tossing me αside to now trying to ruin my whole life? You got me FIRED, you scαred off my boyfriend, you mαde sure no one will hire me or rent to me. You wαnt to own me, control me, like I’m some fucking thing on your shelf!" His jaw tensed. "I'm not trying to control you."

I'm going to find someone who loves me for who I am, not for what they can get from me. I'm going to take back control of my life and my happiness. I'm going to make sure that I'm treated with the respect and kindness that I deserve. I'm going to make sure that I'm not taken advantage of again. I'm going to be strong and resilient. I'm going to be brave and courageous. And I'm going to do it all without her.

Desmond’s words echoed in my mind: Focus on what you can control. I could control the steps I took to ensure her safety. I could control how I interacted with the staff, how I managed the hospital’s security, how I navigated the web of lies surrounding her. I could not control Sylvia’s presence, Gabriel’s interference, or the unpredictable movements of the world around us—but I could control my actions, and that was enough.

he asked and she shook her head in no. "The more you try to control something, the more it controls you. Free yourself, and let things take their own natural course. Never let the extraneous opinion of other people cloud your vision of yourself. They have nothing, so they will speak ill of you, but if they have the power and such beautiful destiny like you, they would have kept their mouths shut."