You Are My Remedy 소설 & 이야기

Rain I stared at him for a few minutes, trying to piece together the fragments of my thoughts. Am I Rain? Is he my husband? Why does everything feel so empty? I couldn’t remember who I was—am I Rain? My head throbbed as I tried to dig deeper, but it only made the ache worse. "Don't force yourself," he said gently, his voice soothing but firm. He took the glass from my hands and held both of my palms. His touch was warm, grounding, but still, I couldn’t feel the familiarity I expected.

i whispered back vaguely feeling like lead “we can give you that” Wilson whispered as I felt Russell's hands in my pocket A door…My door was opened.when did we reach here? Panting I was thrown on the bed, I had not words to tell them what I wanted or how I wanted it. I could only whisper a plea… “Please”

“Fuck you! If it weren’t for the person I know you through, today would have been your last day on Earth for daring me!” “I know I really messed up. Deepest apologies. But listen, the version you got is the heavy-duty one. Your antidote won't touch it. No medical fix, no herbal bullshit. Only way to counter it is full-on sex. If sex doesn't happen soon, it could... kill.” “Go to hell!” I roared, smashing the end call button before hurling the phone against the wall. It clattered to the floor, screen cracked. I raked my fingers through my hair, tugging hard enough to sting, as if pain could clear the fog.

On the day I was released from the psychiatric hospital, my husband, Steve Machleit, spoke up out of nowhere, "The day Jess hit and killed your mother, I was the one who hired a lawyer to defend her." My father, David Plaxton, the most elite doctor in Melhorn City, kept his hands on the wheel and said breezily, "I forged your psychiatric records myself." For three years, I was tormented in that psychiatric hospital, and not a moment went by that I didn't relive the horror of my half-sister, Jess Plaxton, running down my mother, Catherine Eaton. Yet, my husband had chosen to defend her, and my father had locked me away in a psychiatric hospital. I forced myself to stay upright, my voice t

Bringing mе bасk dоwn tо еаrth, mаkіng mе remember it соuld bе worse. Wаrmіng my soul аnd wаѕhіng mу tеаrѕ аwау. I soap mуѕеlf gеntlу. I nееd tо take ѕресіаl саrе, because іt feels lіkе no оnе else wіll.

Bringing mе bасk dоwn tо еаrth, mаkіng mе remember it соuld bе worse. Wаrmіng my soul аnd wаѕhіng mу tеаrѕ аwау. I soap mуѕеlf gеntlу. I nееd tо take ѕресіаl саrе because іt feels lіkе no оnе else wіll.

The one thing that she turns to when she needs an escape from her reality at the moment. “You must have something.” Gabe prombts her. “An old, worn out copy of Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë that I keep in between my mattresses so that no one will find it and take it from me. Reading that book always brings me comfort.” And gives her hope. It makes her feel so much better to read it.

Riya said looking at me and then at everyone standing there. "What happened?" I asked. "Want to show you something." She said and took me with her. "Are you ok? What happened?" I asked once we were far away. "Of course I'm ok. You looked very confused so I used our old formula." She replied with a wink. How did I become so lucky to have a friend like her? By old formula, She meant our same old technique where we always take three of us away from any awkward situation. "I love you so much," I said and heard her laugh. She then asked me how was the trip with Aaryan yesterday and I was more than happy to reply to her question. Yesterday was literally so good for me that I won't get tired of say

I follow his pointed finger to the hamper by the closet. I place them inside and make my way over to the table that holds my remedy. Amelia has placed the things with great care in the space of the tray. It holds many things to get me through the night. She has thought of everything. There is even a little note stuck to the glass, handwritten by her. Everything here you can take for your condition. Amelia Thankfully, she and I are the only ones who know what my condition means. I pick up the glass and peel the note away before taking a sip of the water. It is slightly less than cool, but not quiet room temperature. I assume Amelia was going for subtle. A plate of saltines laid next to the gl

My heart skipped a beat, that weird feeling of before intensified and held my senses prisoner of his hand. "Help me achieve my goals, Jasmine. Do it, and I´ll make sure that irregulars get the treatment we deserve" Rushed by the unbreakable image in front of me, I felt my eyes get wet again as my hope was forcefully dragged to the surface. "W-What do you mean? What is that treatment?" With his arms opened to the skies, he replied. "Champions! Winners! Worthy rulers of a land!" His voice was overwhelmingly strong. I could feel the winds moving faster due to his screaming.