Comfortably Numb The Departed Novels & Stories

A tear slipped down my cheek. I turned away, smiling through the wreckage. *** Inside the OR, Dr. Jourdain prepped the syringe. "One shot, and you'll be in shock-state for about a day. Ready?" I nodded, pale as paper. "Don't forget—swap the consent form with the divorce papers." "Got it." The needle slid in. Cold crept through my veins. My eyes drifted shut. Outside, Elroy was losing it—pacing like a madman. Nobody had ever seen him this wrecked.

"Fran, midnight has arrived. You just need to die in this world, and you can go back." I picked up a sharp piece of glass and raised my hand, dragging the jagged edge across my artery. Finally, I was leaving this world where no one loved me. Everything was finally going to end.

I am so numb that I can barely even feel my heartbeat. Even my tears.. It's like even my tears have dried up as they don't fall anymore. It's void inside me. As if my body is here but my soul... It's not... It's like.. I am dead. Dead from inside out... The music in the room shifted to a slow melody, couples swaying together. Antonio spun Susan around, a smile on his face. The sight twisted something in me.

With this, I no longer owe Remy anything. I closed my eyes, feeling myself slowly leaving this body as my consciousness began to fade.

The morgue was cold, carrying a foul, sterile smell. Expressionless staff pushed me into a metal drawer. With a soft "click," the door closed. The system's voice echoed in my mind. [Death confirmed. Final storyline completed.] [Countdown to soul departure: 71 hours 59 minutes.] [Please await the opening of the passage.] I drifted in the cold, hollow air and let out a breath. Finally, things were coming to an end.

I felt the warmth of Callie’s concern, Marco’s tension, and the pull of the bond, but they felt distant, unreachable. My body gave up. The chair beneath me no longer mattered. The pain dulled into nothing. My eyelids slipped shut, and for the first time in days, I felt the abyss beneath me, cold, merciful, complete. And then I was gone.

Choosing numbness over grief. The beautiful warmth from before slowly disappeared. Until finally The civilization became cold. Efficient. Emotionally silent. Alive biologically But hollow. The network dimmed painfully around us. The signal whispered: “We called it survival.” Tears burned behind my eyes instantly. Because readers understood that too. The terrifying temptation to stop loving deeply after losing too much. The belief that numbness is safer than heartbreak. Nathan looked devastated beside me. “You erased yourselves emotionally.” The signal answered softly.

It was only now that I realized my mother was right – nobody in this pack cared about our well-being. I closed my eyes, giving up the struggle, letting my thoughts drift away. My consciousness detached from my body, and at first, I felt intense pain, but gradually, that pain subsided, replaced by numbness. Along with the disappearance of physical sensations, my emotions – the anger, humiliation, resentment, and regret – also faded away. Seeing me no longer resist, he flipped me over and tore at my clothes.

—JASMINE I don’t want to live anymore. If there’s anything beyond death, then I would like to be there. I’ve never felt so numb. My world has been ravaged, leaving nothing but a trail of devastation in its wake. I'm surrounded by a flurry of medical activity, with doctors and nurses swarming around me, their urgent footsteps and anxious voices fading into the background as they rush me through the hospital corridors, prioritizing my transfer to the VIP suite. Yet, amidst the chaos, everything seems eerily detached, as if I'm observing the scene from outside my body.

All she could think was Theo’s last words to her… ‘Get the fuck out of my life!’ She kept hearing those harsh words, awake or in her dreams, like a bad kind of mantra or something. Dea kept crying day and night, went from deep anger to desperate sadness… to total numbness… And being numb, Dea knew, was sometimes worse than being sad. “Theo…” she whispered his name and wrapped the plaid around her worn-out body like it was some sort of shield. “If only I could tell you why I said what I said… Why I did what I did…”