They Sent Me Away Novels & Stories

I couldn’t say I regretted taking her along with me when I left the house earlier today. My eyes moved to my sketches again. The new ones that I had made after coming back all hyped up from the hang out yesterday. “It’s now or never,” I muttered, taking a deep breath. Then I hit it! That send button on my mail, and just like that it was gone. Sent. My heart with it.

“We were born from blood spilled and not buried. From names forgotten. From bones left in unmarked ground.” “I know,” I said quietly. “I’m not trying to unmake you.” They stilled, thrown off balance. “I’m sending you away,” I said. “From this place. From these people. They are not the ones who wronged you. You have been hitting the wrong doors.” The words did not come from mere thought. They rose from somewhere deeper, a space between me and the light pouring down. I stepped forward. My bare knee brushed new grass. It bent under my weight and sprang back, alive.

"And I understand. I don’t expect anything, Bright. I just… needed to say it." For the first time in days, his expression softened. But he didn’t say anything. He just watched asAs if he didn’t know what to do with my words. Finally, he stood up again. Neither of them could stand being alone in a room with me. They ran away from me. But I couldn’t blame them after everything. They had every reason to walk away. But I felt like the plague itself. The emptiness crushed my chest. Mom sent me a message: we’re on our way.

After much deliberation, I made a decision. "I'm going, goodbye Kent Millers." I sent the last message and turned off my phone. Then I shoved it under the pillow. "This is for the better," I whispered to myself. I had decided to stay away from all of them; I think I should stick to that.

"I'm just me." "Exactly," Gray said. We walked away from the asylum, away from James and his screams. I didn't look back. That chapter of my life was finally closed. What goes around comes around. James had sent me to hell, now he was living in his own, and I was free.

Top scorers in other states were hungry for those spots, and it chilled me to see how this naive bunch of children was acting. I pinched myself hard on the thigh to force myself to clear my head. "Let me go home and amend my admission to Northrind. I promise I won't tell on you." "Don't even think about it!" James and others dragged me to the train station and took a group picture of everyone, claiming it was their last crazy act as youths and that they had to make the most of it. My voice started trembling when I saw the train's departing time getting closer. "I promise I won't say a word. Just let me go home now, or I'll yell loud enough to get the police here!"

ANGEL Tears started to burn in my eyes, hot and intense, why did he want to send me away? To a whole different country? I pushed away from the table, shoving the chair carelessly with a crashing sound. If he was being difficult, I could be stubborn as well, daddy always had to give in to me in the end, this time would be no different. “I know what's best for me, none of you can make me go away, don’t think you can get rid of me, Mommy!” I spat out the last part at Jillian before turning around, racing towards my room.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Withdrawal Kaira’s Pov When they released me at dawn the next day , no talked to me . The guards opened the door, stepped aside, and waited for me to leave like I was a task already completed or something they want to get rid of . I walked past them without looking back. I didn’t ask where I was being sent because Liam had informed me that I will be going back to my cabin . When I noticed them moving in a different direction. I couldn’t help but feel curious as to where I’m being taken to . Liam is taking it too far this time around .

“Why should I?” “Oh, come on.” She gave a small laugh and looked me over. “You don’t have to pretend with me. I’d be shocked too if I were you. I mean... I was sent away just because of you. I know you felt really important when that happened.” “I’m not cut out for this now. I'm running late for...”

My hands trembled. “This is my home,” I whispered. “Not anymore.” The words felt like another rejection. I swallowed hard, refusing to let him see my pain. “When do I leave?” “Today.” Today? My heart pounded. “So sudden?” “It’s better this way.” I nodded slowly. “Fine.” I turned to leave, but his voice stopped me. “You’ll be escorted to the border.” Escorted as if I was a threat. “That’s not necessary.” “It is.” I didn’t argue. I walked out of the office, my chest tight. I had been rejected… and now banished.