Half Past 12 I Was All Alone Novels & Stories

"Well, it's already midnight. 12:30, to be precise." My heart skipped a beat as the reality hit me. Midnight! I was too late. My face fell, disappointment creeping into my voice. "Oh no," I whispered, feeling a pang of despair.

It would have stuck with me my whole life. Those thoughts had me terrified to the point where I was shedding tears uncontrollably while being all alone in my bed. I was wishing for some sort of company. The clock showed a few minutes past twelve. It would take an eternity before anyone would be able to come to me and take away the loneliness. I felt abandoned and all alone on an island as I was on the bed with no one to anchor to. There were a lot of things that had me feeling like I was starting to lose my mind from the booze which was probably still running in my veins up until that moment.

Determination surged through me, overshadowing any doubts that lingered on the periphery of my thoughts. MILES After I got home from school, I found myself standing in the doorway of my house. The silence seemed to echo through the halls, and I realized that I was all alone. My parents had gone to visit Grandma, and my brother, Jackson, was off with his bandmates performing in a show in Brooklyn. It was rare for me to be alone like this, so I decided to make the most of it.

He would come. I must have drifted off again, calmed by the silence and the emotional exhaustion of the day. I woke up with a start, my neck stiff. The room was freezing. I fumbled for my phone, the screen brightness blinding me for a second. 1:17 AM. The numbers poked fun at me. My heart sank, heavy as a stone in my chest. He wasn't here. Midnight had come and gone, and I was sitting alone in the dark with a bowl of musty popcorn and an unopened bottle of wine.

Saying that he left me sitting alone. I looked around to find Lauren but I couldn't find her. Why was she taking so much time to come? I glanced at my wristwatch to see it was already midnight. I got up from my chair to look for Lauren. I was about to walk when a man approached me. "What a beautiful lady like you doing alone here?" He asked with a smile, making me worried. No one is here with me. How will I manage this? "Umm..just waiting for my friend," I replied. I was frightened.

The universe must have conspired against me, because everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. I lay on my stomach, eyes trained on the clock, willing the minutes to go by faster. Every second that ticked by felt like an eternity, as I counted down to the moment when the clock would strike twelve. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, and my palms were sweating with anticipation. The seconds seemed to crawl by, but finally, finally, the clock struck twelve and I could release the breath I'd been holding.

She has ruined me not only for myself but for any other woman that wished to enter my life. So as I sit in the bar, alone, yes, I just said I do not want to be alone. But I am not truly for there is a pub full of people around me, and I was even one clever, I have left my phone at home. There is no way that I am sending any drunken messages at two o'clock in the morning.

"Experience, kid. If you're like me, you'll get there soon. There are no shortcuts to loneliness." Those words! I feel... moved! Who would've thought I'd agree with someone this much! Thank you for your wisdom, sensei! "Thank you for your wisdom!" "Well, I'll take my leave now." "*Snap!" |...| Everyone's gone now! And I'm by myself. It's 12 Am, so I should hurry to Ria's side and sleep! |...| Woah... Ria's still as stunning as ever! I suppose admiring her for... a little... longer... shouldn't hurt.

It's December twenty-fifth and almost three months I never got to talk with my parents, I am mad at them for leaving me alone but I couldn't bring myself to contact them either. The town is celebrating Christmas but I stay alone not really in the mood for Christmas. Days turn months and soon months will turn year. If only my parents are with me I would have bought gifts and we would have been so happy celebrating Christmas together.

The clock struck midnight, and the room fell back into dead silence. I held the worn-out picture frame, feeling my life slip away, bit by bit. Two days left.