When I Get To Where I'm Going Novels & Stories

It's time to take control of my own happiness and protect myself from further hurt. Summoning every ounce of strength I have left, I wipe away my tears and hail a taxi to the mansion. As the taxi speeds through the city streets, my heart races with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. The journey feels both long and short, with the seconds ticking away as my resolve strengthens. Several minutes later, I arrive at my destination. The mansion looms ahead. With each step I take toward the front door, I brace myself for the challenges that lie ahead. I take a deep breath, steadying my trembling hands, and push open the grand entrance.

My head revolves on where I am going to… honestly, I have no idea where that is. “Minerva?” My body turns to autopilot as I move out of her view.

I had to fight tooth and nail to get so this better be wotht it or hell is going to break loose. After moments of inpatiently waiting for a response, my phone finally dinged and I immediately fetched it to see thr address of where we're supposed to meet light up my screen. I took in a deep breath, fixed my gaze on the road ahead and began to drive, following the directions on the GPS to drive me to my location.

I grab the item and then finally head to my destination. As I walk my whistling of the song ‘Its Gonna Be a Lovely Day’ by Bill Withers rings through the halls in tandem. My eyes focus in on the door where I am going as I try to listen for sounds. I can here as they talk before I get to the door and my feet pause. I close my eyes as I try to center myself. Despite what people may think, I don’t always enjoy what I do. However, today I am going to get my point across whether he wants me to or not.

And at that very moment, the words to the lullaby suddenly all came rushing back to her; Walk on a rainbow trail Walk on a trail of song And all about you will be beauty There is a way out Of every dark mist Over a rainbow trail. Her eyes snapped open. There is a way out of every dark mist over a rainbow trail…. *** Outside the bathroom door, Tom paced back and forth, one hand rubbing his chin and the other clenched in his side pocket. Should I go down on one knee? he wondered, stopping in front of the bathroom door. No, no, no, he shook his head and continued pacing. Too cliché.

I was bag in hand, ready to step out the door. “Where do you think you're going”-

I'm not going anywhere. Not ever again

Once we’re on the road, I glance out the window, trying to steady myself. “So,” I say casually, like I’m not still reeling. “Where are we going?”

Without conclusions. Just seconds slipping forward, carrying me somewhere I didn’t yet know....

Morning is going to come. And when it does— I won’t be here.