What Happened To You Novels & Stories

"What happened to you?!" I averted my gaze from her and stared into space. What happened to you? — I scoffed at the questioned and in a split second, tears blurred my vision. I still couldn't bring myself to accept the reality of what had happened before My eyes. My whole world had crumbled right in front of me, yet I couldn't do a thing, but cry like the weakling that I was.

And suddenly, only one question echoed loudly inside my head. What exactly just happened?

The tears came in a torrent, and I cried until I had no more tears left. In the aftermath of the confrontation, I couldn't shake the feeling that things were falling apart. The progress Zack and I had made seemed fragile, and I wondered if we could ever truly overcome the barriers between us. As I lay in bed and wondered if he was going to come home, the events of the night replayed in my mind, and I felt a deep sense of sadness and uncertainty about the future.

Trying to reach for something to throw at the photo. I fell and sat on the floor and without realizing it, tears began to flow down my cheeks. "How can David be with Alina? What does this mean?" I muttered while wiping my tears. I don't understand the state of this world. Why do people who hurt us in the past come back in the future? Should I ask Bryan this? Or should I ask Alina directly? No, no. Maybe asking Bryan is a good idea. I got up from where I was and walked to the bag I was carrying earlier. I was looking for my cell phone, and unfortunately, mine was not in there. Maybe I forgot to include it earlier.

like it was the next big name in fashion, and social media was full of posts about the event. It was all so unbelievable that I could barely contain my emotion. What should have been a complete fiasco was turning into a real revolution for my career. It was as if the universe was showing me that miracles really do exist, and that even when everything seems lost, an unexpected turn of events can change everything.

What the heck happened? “What the fuck is going on?” I hissed.

The little cracks in my neck as I turned my head this way and that, were not left out. "The light, gone." I realized after a period of waiting in vain. I fought hard to keep my tears at bay even when I knew the inevitable had happened. I- my soul- was stuck in a world that didn't exist. How on earth was I to escape this? "You see, sometimes I think you do that on purpose." A voice out of nowhere almost sent me into a crippling shock. "W-Who's there?" I called out, then regretted my impulsive action seconds later.

"Tell me about the accident." "I got hit by a car." "I know that. Tell me how you felt." "I felt... nothing. Everything went black. Then I woke up in the hospital." "And now?" "Now I feel like I'm not really here. Like I'm watching myself from outside my body." "That's called dissociation. It's common after trauma." "Is there a cure?" "Time. Therapy. Support from loved ones." "That's it?" "That's it." I leaned back in the chair. Stared at the ceiling.

Cleo I've had a couple of close calls in my life . However sometimes you tend to remember events or phases that, helped you build your character or changed you in some way . I didn't see what happened to me coming especially after I thought something was wrong with my pregnancy the day before.

"What the hell happened?" "I planned it like that!" I growl back. "You saw what happened, I'm lucky something isn't broken."