Under Pressure
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Ongoing7m
Last published Mon, Jul 28, 2014
Humans don’t do so well when put under extreme pressure. Some burst, some break; only a few manage. This story is about all of that. How we changed each other’s lives. How she made me burst, and I made her break. But this is the real story. Not the one they told you on the news- They say I am a monster. If I’m a monster, she’s my Doctor Frankenstein.
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The experiment.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 | ✓
𝐍𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐜. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐎𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭? 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭..Complete
Dear ...
This is my story to "you". This is a story about loving someone so much and after all else you don't always get the happily ever after that you always want. No matter the fighting and clinging towards this love. Sometimes the only thing you have left is the memories. This became a story for me to heal my wounds and grow into the woman I am now. I am publishing my story because for so long I have been writing this story for one person but I think others can relate and empathize with this story.
Single events can change the world. You sure taught me that. I never thought the past would haunt me either, but you proved me wrong again. You acted like it never happened. You could waltz back into my life and we would carry on. Happily ever after. Right? I think the way you thought things could be fixed only made me not want to fix them more. You did this to me, but we did this to us. But it all started with you.
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