All Chapters of Unbidden awakening : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

It's Thursday today, and I gave up being normal two weeks ago. I would say it wasn't working, but the truth is, lately, I can not seem to muster the strength to do anything. It's like I am seeing the world through fogged glasses. I feel disconnected from everything and everyone. I just want to go home and lay down. I'm walking home from class totally oblivious to everything and everyone but the path to my house, when all of a sudden someone comes from behind me, grabs my hands, shoves it at an extremely awkward angle behind my back and fasten them together with what I can guess are probably zip ties and before I can even scream, another person comes into my line of vision and shoves a musty smelling cloth into my mouth and then to make it worse, a mask is thrown over my head blocking out my eyesight and before I can even begin to fully process what is going on I'm hauled over someone's shoulder. I know screaming is futile, so I start struggling wildly. I kick out with my unbound legs

I'm a nervous wreck.I clasp my hands in front of me to keep them from shaking. I'm standing in line, in front of the office of the manager in a coffee shop. Recently, I came to the realization that I'm broke. Between normal expenses and a new therapist that my Dad doesn't know about, I don't have money to spare. I considered asking my Dad for money, but considering that I have not spoken to the man in five months,and also the fact that I'm sure he blames me for the accident, I feel a bit shameless asking him for money, and if I'm being honest, I want to do this myself. I've been looking for things that's going to get me money, but I've not had the courage to actually do anything about it or to apply to jobs till today. I look longingly at a fat and delicious looking cookie. At any other time, I might have considered eating the cookie, but right now, that thought just makes me feel nauseated.I look round the cafe, at the customers coming and going. I realise vaguely, there is a lot

It's a Tuesday morning and like every tuesday morning since the past month, I'm in my therapist's office. Its a standard office, with different shades of blues, greens and browns that complements each other beautifully and gives an overall serene vibe. "So how did you feel about that Callie?" I stare at my therapist, Mrs Randall without really seeing her, instead what I was seeing were blue eyes, blue eyes that have haunted me for the past week. It had been six days since I saw him, and in those six days he has haunted my every waking moment. The tall handsome man that I told Neela that I didn't like, yeah, that guy. I'm unsure how I feel about him but what I know for sure is that no normal person hyperfixate on men they don't know, but I think I can be excused, I have not been normal in what, now, feels like forever."Callie?" Mrs Randall or Helen as she likes to be called, calls gently and I snap out of my day dream"Sorry, what" I answer, Helen smiles at me indulgently and I give

You know that game never have I ever? Well. If I ever play the game again and someone asks, never have i ever been stared at with unwavering attention by someone you might possibly have a crush on would have to drink. If you've never been stared at by someone, you might possibly have a crush on. I tell you it's unnerving. Like palm sweating, heart pounding, teeth rattling, hand shaking. Unnerving. Okay, I might be exaggerating a bit, but it was nerve-wracking. He just sat there beside me and used his phone occasionally . If I'm being honest, it was nice. At some point, he reaches over and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. It was the same piece of hair that I'd been blowing out of my face. Class finishes, and as I pack up my things, Max leans in close to me."Goodbye, sweetheart." The proximity makes me gasp. My mind goes blank for a second, and when I turn around, he's gone. The hollow feeling in my chest returns, and I push it down. I close my eyes for a bit and take deep brea

"Stop fidgeting.""I'm not.""You are.""I am not." Neela leans over to me. "Callie, you look nice, now stop moving, okay?"The line moves, and I move with it. After Neela announced that we were going out to celebrate my birthday, I've pretty much been on auto pilot. Neela picked out my outfit, and then she told me we were going to a party. Honestly, I'm very nervous. I haven't been out in a year now, and I honestly don't know how to behave or act. I take deep breaths, and I become a little bit calmer. I decided to take my therapist's advice, I mean, we are literally at a club, and since we are here to have a good time. That's what I'm going to do.As I'm giving myself a pep talk, I get my hand stamped, and I enter the club. I wait in a dim hallway for Neela, and she enters chuckling. I see her tuck a piece of paper in her side pocket, but I don't ask about it. I rub my hands on my skirt, and Neela catches my movement "Nervous?" She asks me "Yeah, a little," I say, grimacing "H