The Half Of It: A Memoir Mga Nobela at Kwento

Again, and again and again. I screamed out, but no sound came. Nothing. I could move nothing. Instead, my eyes shut closed and my world became black and painful. And then they started... The memories. I could see them so clearly. A beautiful realm filled with peace, grace, and harmony, attacked by the humans who were soon turned to half wolf half humans. Half wolf to symbolise what the moon people believed to be their origin being. Half human to tease the beasts and make them suffer in a state of half normal, half beast.... Then... Arian and her life unfolded before me. And so, did Deamian's.

I remembered that I also needed to speak to dad and stop him from talking about me with Nick. I prefer being a private person and I have closed off a lot of things with good reason. I can’t relate to people because of the void I have. I always feel out of place when people share their past. I can only talk about the life I had after the accident and it’s not pleasant because it took time for me to adjust. I have tried thinking harder like what people assume and it ends up giving me a migraine. I want to remember but the pieces never fall in place. At this point, I will need a miracle to remember. *****

I asked her. “Start from the first. I don't remember anything.” I started reading the first chapter but she was fast asleep when I was near the fifth page. I closed the book and went out. What is this life? Do I have a purpose? Why am I here? I cannot talk about my life to anyone. I felt like I was suffocating. I took out my mobile phone to call my mom or brother but changed my mind to check my mails. Ah, the stranger! I can mail him about my situation. It will definitely be a vent and maybe he can give me courage and the right pointers to solve my problem. How did I forget him? I immediately composed an email telling him my current situation and hit the send button.

Waylen handled security and instructed them about something. I decided to roam freely. It was magnificent from the inside. All kinds of creatures were depicted beautifully over the stone, turning them alive. I remembered the stories Tae used to tell me in my childhood, as I was watching them in front of my eyes. My attention was dragged by the partially open door. I heard some kind of murmur coming from it. My breathing was calm, yet I felt suffocated. With a heavy step, I opened the door. It was a kind of special room, and an ivory bowel was placed at the center filled with weird, dark blue liquid. It felt like water, but its color was too deep to consider.

Hans opened the cover of the transparent container glass on the book. He carefully took the old book in his hand and intently looked at the title written in bold letters on the cover. “King Dominique’s Memoirs, so I’m guessing this is the one. This will answer those doubts of mine.”

@MidnightVosse: "@JessiLacy I'm only half-human. Get informed." I regret answering that as soon as I send it, but there's nothing to be done about it anymore. And then I realize that report I read four months ago was true. When a person starts a day in a bad way, everything will go wrong for them. I think it's suggestion more than anything else, but it's true. I now have 1,201 followers and all the people are going crazy over my one tweet. They're calling me weird and human, obviously just to annoy me, but it's worse when they call me half-wolf.

I just needed her to stay. She was staying. --- The memoir was finished in October. Two hundred pages. Single-spaced. The story of my life from beginning to end. I printed it out. Put it in a box. Put the box in the closet. Laura found it. Of course she found it. She found everything. "Damon." "Laura." "You finished the book." "Yes." "Can I read it now." I was quiet for a long time. "Yes," I said. She took the box.

'' I responded with a blank expression as he moved closer to me. ''Can I talk to you?'' He asked, ''Go ahead, you don't need to ask for permission.'' I responded, ''What you are doing to her is wrong.'' He advised, while I just kept silent and let him finish. ''Remember she is going through a lot. Listen, it is unclear to me why you hate her and her mother so much, but you should remember she is still your half sister…'' '' Please stop it!'' I demanded angrily. I hate it when people keep reminding me she was my half sister. ''I'd prefer we discuss this matter on other days, but not today.'' I said and walked away.

I shivered at the thought and wished I had my shelf of books right now. It was one of the things I was starting to really miss. Back in LA, in times like this, where I had nothing to do and was seemingly distracted, I would lie in bed, reread one of the books on my shelf, and reread it the next day until I could almost memorize the entire thing.

“You scared the hell out of us, man. You went down very hard.” Jack swallowed, his mouth dry, his mind drowning in memories. “I remember,” he said, his voice breaking. “Everything. Elle… she’s my wife. The baby… it’s mine. I remember every second of our life together our wedding, our plans, the way she’d hum in the shower, the way we’d fight over who got the last piece of pie. I remember the way we had planned to have babies in the future Luca. Our baby.” His eyes searched Luca’s face, pleading for confirmation, for something to hold onto.