Forgotten|ON HOLD
- Leituras 126
- Votos 15
- Capítulos 5
She was broken...
She was traumatized...
She was crazy...
She was scared...
She was forgotten.
***
I dyed my hair, I changed my clothes. I wore lots of makeup to cover the dark circles under my eyes that haunted me whenever I looked at the mirror.
My past takes over my sleep, my happiness, my mind...
I was eventually called crazy.
So they sent me to a 'special' school for 'crazy' people.
And then I saw you.
My past... the past I tried to forget.
And apparently you did too. Because you didn't know me. To you, I was a stranger that you had never seen before. To you, I was a mysterious girl hidden behind a mask.
To you, I was... forgotten.
But who knew that a tiny slip up would change that? You remembered me.
And everything changed.
Todos os Direitos Reservados
#24
reformschool
Junte-se a maior comunidade de histórias do mundoTenha recomendações personalizadas, guarde as suas histórias favoritas na sua biblioteca e comente e vote para expandir a sua comunidade.
Talvez você também goste
Castle in the City
"You good, babe? You kinda seem a bit off today." "How so?" I asked, even though I knew the answer to that question. Damien answered, "Well you haven't been talking much, even when we were driving from the school and to your house, you've avoided eye contact with me, and you seem a bit nervous around me. I know you've been a bit sick last week, but I can't help but feel as if you're hiding something from me." I stared outside of my window as I sighed, "You're right, but I don't know how you'll react. I myself don't know how to react. I haven't told anyone." "About...?" Damien asked as he parked the car in front of a liquor store. I sighed, "Can we talk about this later?" Damien sighed before nodding and getting out the car. He then went into the liquor store and, after about ten minutes, came back with two bags with two bottles in each. He placed the bags in the trunk before getting in the driver's seat and staring at me. "What?" I asked shyly. "Are you pregnant?" Damien asked with a straight face while staring me into my eyes. I blushed, "What? Why would you think-" "Are you pregnant, City?" he asked again, and I looked away. *This story contains mature themes and contents. Read at your own risk*Concluída
𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ✓
╰┈➤ ❝ [I stood there in unequivocal revelation, the lagging pain slowly catching up with me, but before I could release a fraction of the pain into my screaming, a bell rang, and suddenly, pilfered from my body was the ability to move. My face neutral and my muscles disabled as I fell face-first into the hard, scathing rock that lay unmoved before me.] 》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ * 。° 。 • ˚《 Imagine awakening in an environment you deemed unfamiliar, your back thrumming in pain, with your mind staying clear of how you ended up there or simply the moments that lead to your position. You try to find a way out and later realize that you can't even remember who you are; your memories purged, your identity unknown. It takes you a good amount of time, pain, and effort, and eventually you manage to gather tiny fragments of who you were along with the trauma of how you retrieved it, but it's okay, maybe it's all worth it as you finally make contact with another person. Turns out she was your best friend. Finally, it looks like all is turning up until you learn of all the inhumane things you've done in your past, things that evade your newfound morals, things that were so detrimental to society that when you hear the reason as to why you've been enduring such agony, you understand why. How many people did you even end up hurting? What did you do that was so bad, that it made millions wish the absolute worst of you? What will you do now?Concluída
Blue Hair and Bruised Knees
My life used to be pretty boring. Everything was average. Normal family, normal looks, normal house, normal job, normal life. The only non-boring aspect of my life was my best friend which was only because she always managed to mess it up somehow. I didn't really mind much because it kept things interesting. That is until she disappeared leaving me to care for her fatherless child with nothing more than a few hundred pounds and a sorry note. She did ruin my old life. She ruined everything that I'd actually cared for. My parents hated the fact that I was 'throwing my life away' for a child that wasn't mine. Not to mention illegally. I dyed my hair blue in rebellion. My own way of saying "F*CK YOU!" ...They kicked me out shortly after. I couldn't find a decent job in the area and the rumors became so vicious that I just left and never looked back. Old life: Destroyed, unraveled, completely gone. Let's see how long my new life lasts shall we?Concluída
Detention
We held our breath as we heard footsteps enter the dark room. My heart raced and I covered my mouth to keep from screaming as tears ran down my cheeks. Caleb sat next to me, with obvious fear in his eyes. I knew that the desk couldn't hide us for much longer and that's what scared me the most. The footsteps came closer and they grew louder by the second. I held my breath once I heard the man's footsteps stop. Caleb and I exchanged looks as we sat frozen under the desk. I looked up, trying to listen to the man's actions. Then a gloved hand grabbed the edge of the desk and the man's bloody mask appeared in front of me. He stared at us and chuckled, "Found you." · · · Seven classmates find themselves in detention from breaking the rules at their school. This, of course, isn't their first time in detention but something seemed different. The teacher leaves to do something leaving the kids completely unsupervised which was kind of weird. He usually left some goody two shoes to watch them but this time there was no one except them. Creepy things begin to happen and they find themselves locked in the school. What was this? Time is ticking as they try to find their way out before they end up lying in a puddle of their own blood.Concluída
The Power of Whispers
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠-𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨｡ Kelly didn't know how she got there, only that something-or someone-wanted to keep her locked away. Now free but disoriented and terrified, she stumbles onto a remote island that feels just as strange as the secrets buried in her mind. There, she meets John, a guarded man with a dark past who seems to know more than he lets on. As Kelly starts to piece together her identity, strange powers awaken within her. But she's not alone-someone is watching. A shadowy group wants her abilities, and the island becomes a trap disguised as paradise. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲｡ 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗼?
Don't Fall in Love With Me
"Who are you exactly?!" I growled angrily. She tried to free herself from my grasp, but I pinned her to the wall. She glared at me angrily as she kept pushing me. "I don't fucking need to tell you anything!" She spat. "I am not leaving until you tell me!" I whispered angrily as I leaned in closer. I felt her stiffening up, and as I felt she will reveal, instead she smirked as she whispered in my ear, "You don't want to do something Aiden, which you might regret later!" I backed up at her words as she walked away, not turning around once. "Who are you...?" I mumbled to myself. ******************************************************** Moving away from home, set to begin his new life with his childhood bff in the New York City, Aiden Blake was more than ready for this. Just a glance at his Greek god body, a whisper of his husky voice with his charming and attracting charisma; he already had all the girls falling for him at an instant. All but one. Meeting her at the most unexpected moment, he couldn't help but be drawn towards this mystery girl whereas she has no intentions of even staying within the sights of this newcomer playboy. Something inside him seemed to pull him closer to her, aching to know her more. She only seems to push him out, as he promises to unravel her secrets. But what will happen when the secrets the girl had buried deep within, secrets she wanted to remove from her life, seem to emerge out? What will happen when the dark secrets start to haunt him too? Will he stand by her side, or will he step away? Will they ever be able to move past everything to see each other truly? Different as Fire and Ice; will they meet together or fall apart? Follow their ride filled with smirks and eye rolls, tragedy and a dash of comedy, the secrets buried within and mysteries hidden. A hidden girl and a determined guy... of course, with a sprinkle of romance!Concluída
The Best Kept Secret!
They say what's in the past keep it in the past but I wanted to know all about my past. It was things that I didn't know and that I wanted and needed to know! But my life turned upside down when my past is exactly what I should have left alone. Now if you ask me how it all began, I don't exactly remember but I know it started when I moved in with my grandma who I haven't met in all my twenty years of living. I have been in and out of foster homes since I can remember, living with families I knew nothing about. Being the outcast and them constantly asking me what's wrong because I simply did not speak. The only thing that kept me sane was my good grades throughout school. I got the satisfaction of doing the one thing that people kept telling me over and over I couldn't do. I stayed to myself and graduated high school with honors, getting a full-ride scholarship to any college of my choice. Of course, by having this accomplishment, it didn't make it any easier for me between my foster families. To them, I became the girl who was better than them. But I didn't care because when I turned twenty I finally got to start making my own choices. This is where I wonder if the first choice I made was the right one. The first choice I made was to go live off-campus with my grandmother during my first semester in college. I ask myself how could I be so stupid? But you will see just how stupid I was. Or was I?Concluída
Wistful Secret
Take a ride with Iris on this beautiful journey, where she learns to live with her past, an hopefully discovers secrets that help her find who she truly is. I sat over the boundary wall thinking all this all by to myself. Sitting on the terrace alone with those thoughts, was the only time I could be myself. Suddenly there was a thud. I was startled but held on firmly. No one is supposed to know I am here, what if they find out.. what will I do.......... I had no answers. With fear I turned around expecting someone familiar, someone who discovered me,my place and waiting for that nagging voice. But what I found was a guy, an unfamiliar face, which brought to me a feeling of relief. But at the same time I felt a strange sensation, feeling I don't know afraid. The guy, clad in yellow shirt and sweatpants, with messy jet black hair, and pretty eyes looking at me with a questionable look. I don't know just what to say. I am feeling I am being interrogated, but how can there be such an effect just with one expression? I mean I should be the one with questions, after all this rather unknown potentially dangerous guy just somehow jumps to my terrace and instead of giving an apology looks at me with those questionable eyes. I wonder who the hell he thinks he... "Ummm... Are u all right miss?"Concluída
"You good, babe? You kinda seem a bit off today." "How so?" I asked, even though I knew the answer to that question. Damien answered, "Well you haven't been talking much, even when we were driving from the school and to your house, you've avoided eye contact with me, and you seem a bit nervous around me. I know you've been a bit sick last week, but I can't help but feel as if you're hiding something from me." I stared outside of my window as I sighed, "You're right, but I don't know how you'll react. I myself don't know how to react. I haven't told anyone." "About...?" Damien asked as he parked the car in front of a liquor store. I sighed, "Can we talk about this later?" Damien sighed before nodding and getting out the car. He then went into the liquor store and, after about ten minutes, came back with two bags with two bottles in each. He placed the bags in the trunk before getting in the driver's seat and staring at me. "What?" I asked shyly. "Are you pregnant?" Damien asked with a straight face while staring me into my eyes. I blushed, "What? Why would you think-" "Are you pregnant, City?" he asked again, and I looked away. *This story contains mature themes and contents. Read at your own risk*
Mais detalhesDiretrizes de Conteúdo