Everything Fell Apart Novels & Stories

But all I could manage was a raw wheeze that rattled in my chest. The doctor arrived, voice low, reined in, as if addressing someone already broken. "Your throat was traumatized… it was bad. The vocal cords were irreparable." He stopped, pity playing in his eyes. "Sorry, Adrian. You're not going to be able to sing anymore." The words drained me. I pushed back against the pillow, looking up at ceiling tiles until they were a blur, tears streaming hot and unbidden. My voice—gone. The very thing that had been mine, stolen from me in a few hours.

Everything I had been holding together… shattered. My knees nearly gave out, but Darius was already there, his arms catching me, pulling me against him as if he had been waiting for this moment. For me to finally break. “I can’t..” My voice cracked, the words dissolving into something incoherent as the weight of everything crashed down on me all at once. “I can’t do this.. Darius, I’m tired.. I..” My fingers clutched at him desperately, like if I let go, I would fall apart completely.

said Jacob. Immediately Zoya couldn't hold back her tears. She immediately hugged Jacob tightly. "You are the best person I have ever known, sob sob..." Zoya whispered with tears in her eyes. Everyone in the room felt what Zoya felt. *** -Year 2045- “They're in! They're in! The south gate has collapsed!” shouted one of the soldiers. The hundreds of monsters rushed in and immediately rushed into the building. Luckily, the residents in the Hope building had been evacuated to a bunker located in the basement. Only Professor Alex and a few of his men remained in his study.

I didn't need his constant confirmation that I was okay. “All of it! You think you had it bad? I watched Blake get his life sucked clean from his body. Then he turned into one of them and came after us. He turned on us an nearly killed me!” She yelled back at me, her own nightmares haunting her. “You left us to fight your battle, Elana. The mess you created. And because of it, everyone is worse off.”

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

I fell to my knees, my hands catching me as I hung my head down, hair plastered to my forehead. “Is it not enough?” I whispered, voice raw; as I felt tears began to slide from my eyes. They dripped from my face, causing small dark indentations in the packed dirt. My fingers carved a path through it, attempting to grip it as it shifted through my fingers. Trying desperately to cling onto something solid as I felt my damaged soul begin to crack and fragment around my heart.

The damage was already done. Tears threatened to spill as I stood there, frozen in place. My world was collapsing around me, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. All I could do was watch as everything I had built, every facade I had carefully maintained, shattered into a million pieces. The party that was meant to celebrate our perfect family was now the stage for my ultimate downfall.

He insisted that it was a lapse in judgment because I made him feel lonely since I was becoming distant, and even when I felt that maybe, just maybe, I could give him another chance, I continued to hold onto my resolve, and eventually the calls and texts became less until they stopped altogether. Fast forward six months, and I was moving on with my life, sleeping with new men, flirting with whoever I wanted, and continuing my investigation to find the people responsible for my brother's death. Everything was going great; I was doing great and even thriving, so why, why was he standing here in front of me acting like nothing ever happened? “Briar.” My name leaves Jeffrey’s lips like liquid ho

But in the crushing silence of an apartment that was no longer a home, it was everything. “Yeah,” I whispered into the dark, a single tear tracing a cold path to my pillow. “Me too.”

I imagine his hands caressing my body. As the thoughts run through my mind, my heart begins to race. My breathing becomes shallow. My eyes fly open, shocked at how my body is responding to the thought of him. I lean forward, placing the glass of wine on the wooden coffee table in front of me. Tears begin to fall from my eyes as I place my hands to my head and shake. I can’t let this happen, that's all I can keep telling myself. I know I’m getting upset over nothing. The chances of him offering me the job are probably zero. That makes me happy and sad. I’m so tired I don’t even bother to eat. I change into my tank top and boy shorts to get ready for bed. I wash my face and lie down, staring a