When I Was Nine Novels & Stories

I looked nothing like the miserable fat girl from nine years ago. “I'm Trevor,” he started saying as he moved closer to me, the smile still obvious in his eyes and on his eyes and just like that, I was transported to nine years ago, to the things that Trevor subjected me to, the prank, how he had mocked and used me, how I had been nothing but a pawn in his hands.

The sound of their voices that time couldn’t take away, even though life already had. I missed them so much. If they were here… maybe things would be different. Maybe I wouldn’t be clinging to someone who would never be mine. Maybe I’d know who I was without needing Enzo to anchor me. And just like that… a memory slipped through the cracks of my pain. A brighter one. A softer one. I was nine. Maybe eight. It was a Sunday afternoon, and the sun was still warm in the sky. The park was buzzing with laughter—kids running, families picnicking, dogs barking in joy.

I teased. His fists clenched. “I was nine.” “Yeah,” I nodded, my tone filled with mockery. “Still can't forget the day you tried your balls out when she went to med school.” “Again,” he raised a finger in defense. “I was nine. I was just after the blossoms and accents.” I raised a brow, my lips curled into a mischievous smirk. “You are unbelievable,” he rolled his eyes. “She was almost thirteen years older than me.”

He's nine. My breath had stopped. I'd stood there with my hand flat against the door and my heart thumping so loud I thought she must hear it through the wood. Nobody had ever said that about me. They'd said poor thing and troubled and dangerous. They'd said that child. Nobody had said he's nine like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And then, just when something inside me had started to loosen, she said the other thing. Of course I'm still going to do it.

I had no sense of direction. Even after five years on Avenmore Island, I still could not tell north from south. Isaac Norwood always set up my GPS ahead of time. He said he would guide me for the rest of my life. On our wedding day, the bridal car reached Summit Pass Road when he suddenly said the bouquet had been left in the trunk. The moment I stepped out, the car door clicked shut behind me and locked. I saw the driver glance at Isaac through the rearview mirror, like he had known all along. The next second, the motorcade disappeared into the fog. Isaac sent me a voice message. "Walk 999 steps forward and you'll hit a fork in the road. Sabrina says you can't even find the ceremony hal

And Weyes Carpenter. WEYES CARPENTER. I listened to each word of comfort from her lips before i slowly zoned out. To the exact same position i was, when i was nine, beside my father and watching the news. And seven years later, the memory still stung as hard. SEVEN YEARS BACK. I stared into the television with my elbow brushing against the raised edge of the sofa. I was nine, with newly constructed braces and my brunette hair in two braids that fell upon my shoulders.

That night I had a dream about my past, which made me more confused. I saw my nine-year-old self with my parents in the middle of the forest. We would be having our night camping, as my papa promised me when I did well in our training. My mama was busy arranging our meals, my papa was setting up our tent while I was wandering around the river. I was so happy, playing with the cold crystal clear water in the river. After some time, I plunged into the water, chasing the school of fish.

She asked shifting a little closer. I took a breath as this was my worst memory of mine. I looked at her for some time not knowing if I could trust her with such a piece of information. "You can tell me," She assured touching my hand and I inhaled a deep breath. “I was nine years old when a group of dacoits kidnapped me from an area nearby a fountain. I got scared a lot. They took me to a strange place and kept me with a few girls of my age, they kidnapped them too. Then, that very night a few men came inside the cave, where they kept us tied. They had that lantern in their hands. One of them was very horrible and he grabbed the hand of one girl,” my tears started coming from my eyes. My voi

"I would like to understand what you say, maybe that would be the answer I need...” I snuggled into the trunk of the apple tree on which my back was leaned, and bit my dinner, while my thoughts continued on the man who had arrived in the morning. Alex was... Very handsome. I blushed remembering what it felt like when we hugged in the river cave, and tried better to focus on what came next. It reminded me of the past, when I was nine years old and visiting my grandfather. He would always scold me even for breathing and that bothered me a lot, he wouldn't even let me watch television in the two hours Dad took me to that cold and boring house.

Even my girl's eyes traveled towards him. "I....I can't remember much...." "Much?" "I....I..don't...." "You don't remember much, or do you not remember anything about them?" he opened and closed his mouth but no words came out. "I thought you were nine when your parents were taken away. Surely you should remember something about them. Nine is not a very young age Alexander." I said to him. How could he not remember anything? My mother however, was exceptionally undisturbed by this.