Who Really Am I Novels & Stories

"Then you take as much time as you need." "What if I never trust you?" "Then we'll still love you." "From a distance?" "From whatever distance you need." I picked up the stuffed rabbit again. "Victoria, I don't know who I am anymore." "What do you mean?" "I mean I was Jane Walton. Then I was Jane Phillips-Garrett. Then I found out I might be Jane Hartford. Now you're telling me I'm Jane Whitmore." "You're whoever you want to be." "But who am I really?"

“I’m reminding you who you are.” I took a step closer. “I know exactly who I am,” I said. “That’s the problem. You’re the only one who doesn’t.”

The way I had seen a flicker of a younger face that night and even now, how composed she was with Alpha Darius' touch, I was sure this person was not my sister. I closed my eyes thinking.. Who are you really? And then I opened them, curled my fingers into a ball, my veins popping from the strength I put into them and with my gritted teeth, “Just you, wait. You have walked into hell.”

It clawed deeper, hunting for weakness, pressing every raw place inside me. Who am I? I asked, desperate. I was a daughter. A survivor. A stranger among wolves, yes — but still me. I drew a breath, forcing one step forward. Then another. And another. The illusions shrieked, twisted around me, throwing every shame, every wound, every fear at me like knives — but I did not run. I did not raise my fists. You cannot have me, I told them, over and over like a prayer. I know who I am.

"Yeah... she was." I spoke aloud. The words she wrote across the pages emulated the words I remembered my mama said to me, even Stephanie. I am Kwenali Emeri Moore! It's time that I started to act like I know it. I've allowed everything and everyone else to dictate who and what I'd become. I'm not doing that anymore. I know who I am.

“I spent years trying not to be like him. And now? I don’t even know who he was. Or who I am. I don't know what's real anymore.” Dean moved closer. “You’re real. Your pain is real. But so is your strength.” I let my head fall against his shoulder. It was quiet again, but the good kind of quiet. Then I whispered, “I don’t know who I am without all this pain. I don’t know who I’m allowed to be.” He rested his chin against my hair and said, soft and sure, “Then let’s find out who you are. Together. And not just the broken parts.”

"Either way, I'm tired of hiding who I am while simultaneously being defined by it." A comfortable silence fell between them, punctuated only by the rhythmic sound of waves against the ship's hull. Jake found himself studying her profile, illuminated by the ship's lights against the darkness of the ocean. "What about you?" Amity finally asked. "The dutiful Monroe heir. Is that who you really are?" "I don't know anymore," Jake admitted. "I've spent so long trying to be what my father expects that I'm not sure what parts of me are authentic and what parts are performance."

This guy knows how to drive me insane in less than a minute. "Anyway, should we catch up? We have so many things to talk about." He then seated next to me, gazing into my eyes like a predator to its prey. "About what? Wait, do I know you? Does my past self know you? Because I am Erina Arison--" Before I could officially introduce myself to him, this man's thick face halted me. "No, you are not." "Huh? I am not, what?!" Baffled, I catch my breath as I pondered. 'What does he mean?'

(SHIFTED) “WHO I really am?” The words and the question immediately run inside Alliah’s mind. All after being taunted with the facts that at this point, she doesn’t want to accept nor think of it to be the truth. “You are not who you think you are.” The voice taunted her once more. Added to the vision and her current state where in the particular scene that she is now seeing, Kyle is the center. “Can’t you see it? Why don’t you open your eyes and dig deeper beyond the memories that you sealed yourself? The people that you knew and care about are not who they are to you.”

That I am stuck in a never ending conversation with myself and still can't figure out the answers to every question. My family, my friends and Luke, in my heart I always knew they were there for me. But my mind couldn't agree to that. Why am I here? I realized I am in a fetal position. It's cold and dark. I feel like I am awake but not. Angel pushed me here. Why? She said she asked for me. By whom? Angel, Ali, Elizabeth or Camila? Did any of them take over me? Are they really just products of my imagination? What if one of them is the real me? Then who am I?