Trapped In The Past Novels & Stories

Chapter 122. Time travel doesn’t exist. That statement felt like a hoax the following days after I met with Elliott. I felt as though I had been plunged right back into the past. A past I had struggled to crawl out from only a few months before, a past that left me devastated and locked up in my room was now replaying in the present. Only this time, there were no flowers or midnight texts, this time I was truly alone. I couldn’t see a future for myself anymore, part of me knew that there was still one for me but how on earth was I supposed to get there after all I’d been through?

I thought this one would work, but unfortunately, it seemed impossible. Gosh, I feel trapped.

It was the same river, the very one that had snatched my mother away from me, leaving a gaping void that time had never managed to fill. Every ripple, every whisper of the current, was a cruel, mocking replay of that day. I was trapped, stuck in a loop of the past, the painful memories flickering like old, worn-out film reels behind my eyes. I wanted to scream, to tear myself free, to just wake up. But escape felt impossible. Maybe fate had other plans. The last thing I remembered, before this endless torment of memory, was the sharp, metallic tang of blood and the crushing weight of twisted metal. I was trapped inside something mangled and broken, a cage of steel that used to be a car.

Red said. "You are gifted by a Time Traveling gift?" Elena said. "Curious. Elena squated like what she was doing inside her circle. This time, she brought her cage with her Then, she was somewhere else. Wander. Wandering. She ordered her mind to be on the past. She could not control it yet. She was in a past where she was not treated well. She was caged. On a prison? Two shoulders were stretched and metal chains were anchored to the wall. Why? She wasn't crying though. She was looking far ahead? That did not happen to me. Why was that?

They had built a family together, managing a life that belonged completely to them. I was the only one trapped in the past from four years ago, unable to escape. "It's been four years, and I ran into them again today. Dante thought I was going to save him, but this time, I swear I'll personally send them to hell."

Nate's heart ached with the realization of the irreversible damage caused by his impulsive actions. He yearned for a time machine to undo the wrongs he had committed. The echo of his own voice declaring infidelity replayed in his ears, each word a sharp reminder of the irreversible path he had chosen. Nate's gaze lingered on a photograph of him and Athena, their smiles frozen in a moment of bliss that now seemed distant and unattainable.

She kept asking herself. She couldn't wait to see him in the eyes. Were they green like hers or blue like the Alpha's? Thinking about the alpha brought back the memories of her mom being shot dead. The memories of what was going to be her last moments seeing her parents. Their last conversation with Pagern. "Alpha, what do you think you are doing?" Asked Gilber with a raised voice. An embarrassed alpha could say nothing except, "how dare you raise your voice in front me?" Pagern was trying to play it cool and pretend that he didn't regret his actions.

She didn’t expect that Greg’s worker was even much worse than her original captor! Why did she not think everything could be a setup? All she thought about was how to run as fast as she could in the hope that nobody could catch her! It was all because of her impulsiveness and not thinking before doing anything! "You are mine now, b*tch! And I can finally do to you what I always wanted and think of doing to you and your sexy body!” He started touching her cheeks down to her shoulders. She creeped out to the nth level! Please save me, Lord! Oh, Lord!

Obviously, my mom is the culprit for my horrible cooking. Now, it is as if you are trapped in a maze. I don't see any hope of getting out of here. And I'm running into a loophole. I wish I could reverse time and rotate everything. I wish I could save my parents. I wish I was still at home listening to my mother's scolding.

I couldn't sleep, not with that video on my mind. It felt like a dream, something far beyond reality. Seeing her again—that version of myself—put a good dent in me. It made me feel like a time traveler, yet no one would want to go back to their worst moment, something like that belongs in the past and for some reason mine won't stay. It's like a mosquito trapped inside of my clothes, constantly biting and never escaping.