Chapter 4 Outsiders Novels & Stories

She asks frowning. For the first time, I pay attention to what surrounds them, I do not recognize that part of town, the buildings around them are old and seem uninhabited. The walls are filled with graffiti and the streets are filled with trash, it looks like the kind of place where those who can not adapt to society live, the Outcasts. Mabel turns the volume up to hear what the reporter is saying.

, He added and signaled me to enter inside. Once I was inside, they locked the door from the outside. ‘Bastards’ ‘I’m sorry, Kush. I hope you will forgive me and understand my situation.’, I thought, and a lone tear escaped my eyes. I never felt this weak in my life. I realized that I still had my purse with me, so I searched for the painkiller. Everything around me was too much to take in, and right now, I wanted to feel nothing. Just numbness.

Chapter 18 {7°Celsius} Diary part 2 I never thought I would meet him again but our destiny had different plans. I was again placed in front of him with head hung down Not daring to look into his eyes and focussing on his perfectly shining shoes instead. I was ashamed of myself. Ashamed of being so damn ignorant and lost while crossing the road. Ashamed of my own situation that made me stand here lost at the centre of the road waiting for death without even knowing it.

Not a lot of people lived here. Not wanting to draw unnecessary attention to myself, I kept my head down and just carried on walking. Although the cuts on my shoulders had luckily stopped bleeding, I still had a lot of pain. ----- [Chapter quote: "You can't start a new chapter of your life if you keep re-reading the last one."]

I finished, cleaned up, and changed into my pyjamas so that the blackness could carry me away from it all. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. _____________________________________________________________ Fourth Chapter!!! How Is it ? Word Count: 588

In that last second, I saw my mother watching television nearby. She just glanced over with a look of pure indifference. She did not care if I lived or died. My body was flung through the window and struck the icy ground below. I froze solid on the way down, and my body shattered when I landed. My blood was frozen. Before I lost consciousness, I saw my own mangled remains scattered across the ice. In the frozen apocalypse, my own family killed me and ended my miserable life. This time, I would not make the same mistake twice.

##Chapter 043 ##Moon Blood The air inside Mama Oya’s den was thick with herbs, smoke, and something older—something that seemed to hum beneath my skin. The Appalachian night pressed close outside, the forest alive with cicadas and the distant howl of wolves, but here in this place, I felt as though the earth itself was holding its breath.

The name still echoed in her mind long after the forest faded. Ysolde. Samantha stirred, the dying embers casting long shadows across the tent’s walls. Outside, the wind whispered through the trees like distant voices arguing in a forgotten tongue. She blinked into the darkness, her pulse slow, heavy. The name didn’t feel foreign. It nestled deep inside her like a memory she hadn’t realized was hers. A soft rustling came from the other side of the tent. Ida was curled up under her worn cloak, her breathing steady. The man Tavian, he had finally told them, sat just outside by the fire, sharpening his blade with slow, patient strokes.

If they already saw me as an outsider, why was I still trying so hard to belong? I scoffed, "I don't want anything. I wish you and your family a lifetime of happiness." With that, I turned and went to the bedroom to pack my things. Sophie followed me into the room and slapped me across the face. "It's New Year's! What kind of attitude is that? It's just an apple. Do you have to turn the whole house upside down over something so small? Julius already feels awkward in this family. After your little scene, just how embarrassed do you think he is?

Turned it once in his hand. Outside the window the city moved through its evening the way cities do — indifferent, continuous, alive with ten thousand small stories running parallel in the dark. In one window, high above a street she couldn't name — A girl sat with her knees pulled to her chest. Not moving away from the glass. The corner of his mouth moved. Good girl, he thought. He set the rose down gently. And waited. END OF CHAPTER 10