Comfortably Numb The Departed Novels & Stories

Mom and Dad have been divorced for ten years. One day, I come across a discussion thread. "Are all children of divorce having it hard?" I join the discussion. "Not always. Personally, I'm living pretty decently. After my parents' divorce, my sister and I were separated—one of us went to live with our paternal grandparents, and the other with our maternal grandparents. "For the last ten years, my parents have visited me once a year. Although they usually only stay for a few days, I can tell that they still love me." Within a minute, someone replies to my comment. "Girl, are you sure? My parents are divorced as well, but they can't bear to leave me at all. I've been with them since I wa

All I remember is the sting of whiskey and her perfume—then black. I fear knowing the answer will destroy what little hope there is with Adele. But I didn't even try to fight for her. Now she is gone. No…She can't leave me. A deal is a deal, Adele Rivers. I'm never letting you go. ****** ADELE'S POV Numbness is not the absence of feelings. It's your body shutting down from feeling too much. That's my diagnosis. I grip the porcelain sink and stare at my reflection. I'm listening to my heartbeat.

As if nothing could ignite those lost sparks again. “I remember.” This time, her voice was flat. Empty. Hollow. So hollow that everyone who heard it felt their hearts tighten. There was no emotion left—no ripple at all—as though she had surrendered everything. They say that when a person grows too accustomed to pain, they become numb. To the point where they no longer feel anything at all. The timer buzzed. Danice closed her eyes one last time, trying to shake off those lingering feelings. Indeed, there had been a point in her life when she had given up.

Defeated male glare burned toward my retreating back, threats and promises writhed silent upon his tongue. I cared nothing for impotent words or sentiments only self serving. My beloved found closure witnessing demise of her tormenter's power this day. Toward healing deeper spirit scarred by proxy stain...justice demanded exorcising lingering poisonous vines choking new growth. By my command helicopter waited discreetly once the jet passed horizon's reach. Garrett accompanied the flight to ensure successful remote island deposit of our unwelcome cargo. I watched my loyal lieutenant fade smaller til phantom speck dissolved distance. Arm circleing Stella close, I surveyed the empty runway wher

As we begin to leave the city, many people continue to follow the carriages, singing softly. We reach the outskirts of the forest when we finally come to a stop. Everyone steps from the carriages, and we all watch in silence as Geoffrey and Gregory are lowered into the ground. The sound of dirt hitting their coffins fills the space around us, and I cringe every time I hear them thump. The sound resonates, thump, thump, thump. Tears begin to gather at the corners of my eyes as I watch them return to the earth. A prayer is said, and everyone begins to head back into their carriage. But I decide not to go back just yet. Neron approaches me placing a hand on my shoulder, “You’re very brave princ

My daughter, Lily, was hit and dragged for two whole miles by a drunk driver. I rushed her blood-drenched body into the emergency room. While the doctors saved her, I collapsed onto the floor in the hallway. With the last ounce of strength left in my body, I sent a text to my husband, Howard. [Lily is in critical condition. Get to the hospital now!] A few seconds later, my phone chimed with a reply. [Stay safe. I’ll be over as soon as I wrap things up here.]

"You and Elroy were never friends. You've been rivals forever. Watching him fall apart—it made you happy, didn't it?" He dropped the act. Smirked. "Yeah. It did. Oh—and he's dead. Thought you should know. You're sharp, Celine. I wish you happiness." My pen hovered. Ink bled into the page. I tore it up, tossed it out. "Happiness isn't for me." I'd had it once. Look where that got me. He gave a soft laugh. "Goodbye. I hope you find freedom." This time, I nodded. Freedom—that, I could want.

"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.

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.