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

I start the car like a madman as I speed towards a place only I know of. Please be there, baby girl, I think, desperately. Please be there, I beg you.

I kept on walking not knowing what to do and where to go. Oh God please help me out.. _______________________

Getting into my car, I slowly slid up the windows and locked the doors. “Arghhhhhhh!” I screamed, letting the pain soar through my crumpled heart, shivering as I stared at my reflection only to see a shadow of myself. I’m gradually losing it and I knew it but knowing it only makes you realize just how much you need to let go. Roaring the engine to life I make my location known to the GPS, and I’m sure you could guess where I’m headed. Yes, that’s right. I’m headed to get my heart smashed once again by the only one who can fix me.

I don’t know where I’m going or where I’ll end up… as long as I leave this place behind me.

To the ticket in my hand. "Where are you going?"

'Why am I heading that way? I don't know or care; I just know it's where I have to go. I know I'm getting weaker. I know I'm dying. It does not matter. All I need to do is reach the light. Something in me is telling me everything will be alright as long as I reach that light. 'Dakota.' I knew that voice. Instantly, my body responds to it. Deep inside me, something stirs and awakens, but I am tired, so, so tired.

Maria No one tells me where I'm going. I am shuttled around like an unwanted child from relative to relative. My lips tighten into a scowl as the SUV heads south, and I know enough to know that they are not returning me to Mikhail. The SUV exits the Thruway and passes through a small town. Nothing is exciting or unusual to see—strip malls and fast food. I wonder if I will be kept in another warehouse like a cardboard box stacked on a shelf.

Zie I don’t know what should I feel right now, I’m like a kite that doesn’t know where to go. I don't know where I'm going now but I just keep driving my car, maybe I'll just let my heart take me wherever my heart wants to go just like a kite that lets the wind take it wherever the wind desires.

I didn’t have time. As I got back in the car, gripping the steering wheel, I took a deep breath. Then I stepped on the gas. I had one destination. One mission. “I’m coming for you, Alison,” I said to myself.

Well, this is me moving forward. One step at a time.