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My POV Broken Wings
She woke up with no memory. She soon wished she hadn't.Trapped in a sterile hospital room, the young survivor doesn't remember what brought her to this place. Her mind is an empty canvas-but the nightmares are already painting a grotesque supernatural horror story. The doctor's face melts into black ooze. Her dearest friend is consumed by fire. Whispered words echo a chilling prophecy: Death suits you better.Is she losing her sanity, or is this the terrifying new reality?As she struggles to piece together what occurred, she uncovers chilling fragments of family betrayal, agonizing grief, and a traumatic secret hidden just beneath the surface of her lost memory. The world around her shifts and distorts, leaving her isolated in a waking nightmare and uncertain who to trust-or if she can even trust her own perception. The eyes play tricks on the unaware mind.But the deeper she digs into her fractured past, the more a terrifying question emerges: What if the truth waiting at the end of her memories is darker than any nightmare? What if some doors were locked for a reason?A brutal, mind-bending psychological thriller where survival means confronting monsters... even if that monster might be the person staring back in the mirror.When you can't trust your memories, can you trust your POV?What she's forgotten could destroy her. What she remembers will change everything.
Published: December 12, 2025
Pages: 106
ISBN: 9798898640255
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Cheyenne Joy .
Feb 8, 2026
ARC Review
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
POV by Jim Charles
First things first: thank you for trusting me with this ARC. Truly. And also—how dare you. Thank you for handing me something so beautifully written and then emotionally shoving me down a staircase with it. I appreciate it. I think.
This is not a “check your vibes” kind of read. It comes with warnings for a reason: suicide, rape, death, fractured memories. If your brain prefers soft landings and gentle healing arcs, do yourself a favor and leave this one alone. That’s not weakness. That’s self-preservation.
I finished this and just… stared into space for a bit. You know the stare. The one where your brain is buffering and your soul has temporarily exited the building. The first coherent thought I managed was: what the actual fck did I just read?*
I was completely mind-blown and emotionally wrecked at the same time. A fun combo. Ten out of ten for devastation.
The pain in this story is raw. The loneliness is suffocating. The way trauma fractures memory, identity, and reality itself feels terrifyingly real. Not dramatized. Not romanticized. Just there. Heavy. Relentless. Honest.
At some point, the desire to escape—by any means—stops feeling shocking and starts feeling… understandable. Peaceful, even. And that realization is uncomfortable as hell.
Reading this felt like being trapped inside Lizzy’s head, stuck in a brain-damaging loop of traumatic memories that only knows how to eat itself alive. No exit signs. No relief. Just the slow grind of a mind trying—and failing—to protect itself.
We are shaped by what we’ve seen, heard, and felt. Sometimes that shaping comes from love. Sometimes fear. Sometimes rage and hate. And sometimes all of it lives in the same body, at the same time, tearing each other apart. This book gets that. Deeply.
Five broken memories. Five traumatizing stars.
Jim Charles didn’t just write a story—he left a psychological bruise. The kind that lingers, aches, and randomly resurfaces days later when you’re just trying to exist in peace. This one will stay with me. And honestly? I’m not mad about it.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
POV by Jim Charles
First things first: thank you for trusting me with this ARC. Truly. And also—how dare you. Thank you for handing me something so beautifully written and then emotionally shoving me down a staircase with it. I appreciate it. I think.
This is not a “check your vibes” kind of read. It comes with warnings for a reason: suicide, rape, death, fractured memories. If your brain prefers soft landings and gentle healing arcs, do yourself a favor and leave this one alone. That’s not weakness. That’s self-preservation.
I finished this and just… stared into space for a bit. You know the stare. The one where your brain is buffering and your soul has temporarily exited the building. The first coherent thought I managed was: what the actual fck did I just read?*
I was completely mind-blown and emotionally wrecked at the same time. A fun combo. Ten out of ten for devastation.
The pain in this story is raw. The loneliness is suffocating. The way trauma fractures memory, identity, and reality itself feels terrifyingly real. Not dramatized. Not romanticized. Just there. Heavy. Relentless. Honest.
At some point, the desire to escape—by any means—stops feeling shocking and starts feeling… understandable. Peaceful, even. And that realization is uncomfortable as hell.
Reading this felt like being trapped inside Lizzy’s head, stuck in a brain-damaging loop of traumatic memories that only knows how to eat itself alive. No exit signs. No relief. Just the slow grind of a mind trying—and failing—to protect itself.
We are shaped by what we’ve seen, heard, and felt. Sometimes that shaping comes from love. Sometimes fear. Sometimes rage and hate. And sometimes all of it lives in the same body, at the same time, tearing each other apart. This book gets that. Deeply.
Five broken memories. Five traumatizing stars.
Jim Charles didn’t just write a story—he left a psychological bruise. The kind that lingers, aches, and randomly resurfaces days later when you’re just trying to exist in peace. This one will stay with me. And honestly? I’m not mad about it.