Apa Itu Pathetic Novels & Stories

She nods and even though she maintains a composed impassive face, I could see pity lying on the depth of her black eyes. This for some reason infuriates me. I don’t want anyone to pity me. I’m not pathetic! Or am I? The fact that I’m questioning myself if I’m pathetic enrages me even further. For fuck’s sake, I made this decision on my own! “I understand that you’re feeling heartbroken, it will-” Before she can finish her sentence, I halt her by letting out a sarcastic laugh.

Pathetic! Here I am, crying because everyone I consider friends or family does not care about me. Does reminiscing and feeling bad for yourself help you accept the fact that you're alone, sooner? The small voice in my head sneers "I'm not pathetic!" I say to no one in particular 'Never said you were' I swallow the thick lump in my throat. I'm about to drive away when I hear my phone buzzing in my bag. I take it out and click on the message notification.

But every time I show weakness, they beat me up to death. I can even remember Odin's favorite motto for me. "If you are weak, then you have no right to live in this world," That's Odin's favorite line. But... where am I? It's impossible that Odin will let me out of their sight. They can't let me gone even just for an hour. For them, I'm a tool or a machine that they can use and experiment with every time they want. Yes, they are that cruel. And I loathe them to the core!

His happiness washes over me and I can't help feeling how seriously pathetic these big ass men are. ‘Don't do that, don't call them pathetic. They are ours, why must you be like this?’ Adira growls at me. ‘Oh do shut up, Adira. We don't even know them’ My irritation with her crap is getting thin. Staring at the plane, I can feel my panic starting again. ‘Who’s pathetic now Lizzy?’ The seriously sarcastic voice of my so called fucking wolf.

I sob more at his compliment, I'm in pieces and every piece hurts. “And I’m pathetic.” I have no qualms, I'm pathetic. A weight sinks the right side of the chair, he has sat down, I continue with my thing. Cry like there is no tomorrow. “Why would you be pathetic?” I wipe my cheeks and prepare to answer him, looking straight into his gray orbs. Like right now. “Because you are always what I choose, even though you break my heart.” “We've had a bad day, a super special girl that I like... hasn't spoken to me.”

The woman’s compulsive sobbing echoes through the room, each sob grating on my ears and gradually eroding my patience. Irritation boils within me, mingled with a profound disdain for this pathetic creature. How can someone be so weak, so pitiful? I wonder if babies crying will be as insufferable as the wailing of this stupid human.

Pathetic. I raise my arms, blade poised high, cold steel gleaming beneath the flickering light. I scream as I drive the blade deep into his chest, feeling it slice through flesh, muscle, and bone. I feel the brittle snap of our withered bond breaking inside me like a dry twig, echoing in my ribs. I press the blade in harder, snarling into his wild, panicked eyes, forcing him to relive every pathetic moment of his pitiful life as it bleeds out of him.

It mocked me, but I refused to be fazed by its words. I clenched my fists as I held on to my stomach, my eyes filled with tears. My eyes were so filled that I could no longer even tell if the reason I could barely see were the tears or the dizziness. “I’m not denying that I’m pathetic. Everyone has said I’ve been pathetic my whole life. Even my own mother thought I was pathetic, so, you’re not wrong to think so.” I said as I gasped, holding on to my stomach.

"Don't teach me what I should do and what I should not. You are just a slave in my eyes, nothing is special to you. I wonder what Atlas sees in you that makes him go beyond crazy." I nodded my head in agreement, "Yes you are right, I am not in the position to be in this place. I don't even see myself as a special girl. I am just a pathetic creature who deserves to be alone with the rest of my life." "Are you trying to get sympathy from me?"

Anywhere but here. Even after all I said, still, no one moves or says anything. But I feel it then, shame. It’s so thick in the air that it almost suffocates me. They’re ashamed of themselves or of their alpha, I don’t care, because that’s the best they can offer me, and it’s so pathetic. “You’re all pathetic.”