Who Really Am I Novels & Stories

My heart was shattered. "Why is it me who is like this?" "Why do I have no talent?" "Why can I not speak properly to my relatives?" "Why is my younger sister better than me?" "Why am I a shame to my parents?" "Am I so bad that not only other people and Charlie but my parents also think I am not beautiful?" "Why am I not beautiful?" "Am I just a burden in this world?" "Is it because I am not beautiful and even do not have talents, I did not have friends before?"

As soon as the chorus hit, the crowds sang along with me. This is who I am This is who I am You cannot change me This is who I wanna be What an irony, I thought. This is not what I want—this is not me. But I have to keep going. This is who I am This is who I am I will always stay true to myself And be me

“I want to be me. To be Juno. How can you not understand that?” His expression didn’t change, but deep emotions flickered in his dark eyes. “Juno is just a name.” My heart nearly seized at that. If I didn't even have this identity then who am I? Lucan stepped closer. I could see in his eyes he was trying to be patient with me, but I wasn’t in the mood for his calm or his riddles. “Who do you think you really are?” Lucan asked me. The question echoed loudly in my head.

My mother added. I felt terribly bad. “This is not right, mummy. I must do something to stop the torture and reclaim our land.” “You can't stop them, daughter. Until you discover who you truly are.” Her words struck a chord in my head and I fastened my gaze on her, “is it true I am not an omega?” I asked her. “It is true you are not an omega.” She replied slowly. “Mummy, who am I?” I asked her and hoped she would just tell me. I was very curious

*** That night, I find Damon and Mike in the library. "How did it go?" Mike asks, looking up from his book. "Fine. Good... I think she seemed satisfied." I sink into the chair across from them. "I just feel empty. Like I spent all day being someone else, and now I don't remember who I actually am." Damon sets aside the documents he was reviewing. "You know who you are." "Do I?" I shake my head. "I've been performing for so long. For Brian, for his family, for the world. And now I'm performing for magazines and reporters and everyone who thinks they have a right to know my story. When do I get to just be?"

For the first time, something twisted inside my chest. Not guilt. Something else. Something unfamiliar. "I tried pretending," I admitted quietly. "I tried being normal." "I tried being what everyone wanted." I looked away for a moment. Then back at him. "But that's not who I am." Mateo's voice came out strained. "Then who are you?" The question lingered between us. I already knew the answer. Maybe I had always known. I just never said it out loud. Until now. I met his eyes. And spoke the words calmly.

“….Who is that girl I see…staring straight back at me…why is my reflection someone I don’t know….somehow I can not hide…who I am though I’ve tried….when will my reflection show…who I am inside…” Elleanna put the pancake onto an empty plate and continued cooking and singing not noticing the small crowd of people watching her. “How I pray…that a time will come…I can free myself and meet their expectations….On that day, I’ll discover someway to be myself…and to make my family proud…They want a docile lamb….No-one knows who I am….Must there be a secret me…I’m forced to hide…Must I pretend that I am someone else for all time…When will my reflection show…who I am inside….when..will..my reflection

I say. I try to think back to the things that happened to me and how to describe my character. But Donna interrupts my thoughts, “You are thinking too much. The question is simple, who are you?” The rest of the day I keep giving her different answers but none of them seem to be right. When it gets dark, I look at her desperately, “Can’t you just tell me what it is that I need to say?” Donna stands up and looks down at me, “I can’t tell you, no one can. Only you know what you are deep in your core. We will try again tomorrow.”

And she nodded, "As a matter of fact, yes! It just dawned on me that you don't know who you are" My eyebrows furrowed in confusion at her words, "How do you mean Nanny, I am Valerie. Valerie Ann Marie Hernandez." "Yes you may know your name but you don't know your person. You don't know who you are without your name," she insisted with all seriousness. Now I was confused, what is she on about. "Have you ever asked yourself who you are, sweetheart? Have you ever sat down to think about it and say it boldly to yourself in the mirror, have you done it?" I asked but I just remained quiet, letting her words sink in.

But I'm not the same person I was two weeks ago. "And you suddenly are because of her?" "No. Because of me. I'm done pretending. I'm done being someone I'm not. And yeah, she's part of that realization. But it's not about her. It's about the fact that I don't want to be this guy anymore. The guy who buys expensive things to keep you happy. The guy who acts like he doesn't care about anyone but himself. That's not who I want to be." "That's literally who you are," Amber said, her voice cold.