Half Past 12 I Was All Alone Novels & Stories

I answered, shocking even myself. "Thank you so much. I'll be there by noon." He announced before ending the call. I sighed, dropping my phone on the blanket and lying down with my face up, I just thought of what I'd done and convinced myself that it wasn't a bad thing. I'd not only been alone for a long time, I'd also been so single for years and maybe it wasn't a bad idea to be friends with someone who wanted it first for a change. **** The next day, I found myself walking into Eagles Eye at exactly 12:05 pm.

However, the people relaxed slightly despite the tense atmosphere in our city. At 8:00 pm, people started lighting fireworks. I left my place at 10:00 pm. Most people were celebrating the occasion with their family and friends during that hour. Yet, I had no one to meet or come home to. I was left all alone in this world since I no longer had any family members around. The icy wind cut right through my coat. I pulled the collar tighter around my neck and clenched the handle of the dagger, hidden in my coat's pocket, firmly.

~ Ivy ~ It's been an hour since the party started, I was sitting at the pool side looking at the sky full of stars and moon. "I am so lonely and sad! Mother, I miss you..." I whispered, sighing. Then I felt someone's presence behind me. I turned around to see Josiah. I froze. It had to be a dream. "Why are you here all alone?", he asked. "I...I..." I didn't know what to say. I hadn't seen him for years, and now….

Chapter 1: 10 years earlier Ten years earlier as I’m driving home from my nephew’s 5th birthday party while partially drunk, I happen to notice that it’s getting close to 9 pm and it is completely dark out. “Wow, where has the day gone?” I murmur under my breath, before turning on the radio and settling on one of my favorite classic rock stations.

I muttered to myself though , I doubted it would silence the storm raging in my chest. Sliding into my fluffy slippers, I tiptoed to the door. Peeking through the narrow crack, I saw no one. It was only 11 p.m., but the hallway already felt eerily deserted. The weak light bulbs flickered, casting long, shifting shadows on the walls. “God, I hate the dark,” I whispered, rubbing my shoulders for warmth. The thin fabric of pajamas I wore did little to protect me from the cold air seeping through the house.

Morning comes whether you want it to or not, the light sneaks in thin and gray like it’s not sure it’s welcome, I stay at the kitchen table way past when the sun’s properly up, last night’s memories still looping behind my eyes, twelve years old, snow everywhere, blood that wasn’t mine on the ground, a prayer I said too late when nobody was listening anyway.

As I stood here in Lilith’s hallway, I watched the clock tick on, waiting for the next big change in my life, hoping above all else that my soul had not been darkened beyond redemption. We fell silent, both lost in our own thoughts and silent prayers that everything would be OK. It felt like an eternity when finally, the little clock at the end of the hall struck 12o'clock.

I don't have any work to do and here I'm all alone. Before I was so scared to stay alone and now I had to spend all the time all alone. I have no one with me to talk to and share my feelings. I'm feeling so lonely. I never felt like this before. I have been lost in thinking about my old happy days when I heard the bell. That means he is back. I glance at the wall clock and it's showing 9:15 pm. He is late. I cover my face with my veil and rush to open the door for him. I open the door and stand behind the door not to show my face to him. He walks away towards his room and I close the door.

"I hate running. I could've died!" "I couldn't hear you over the sound of everyone yapping and roaming around. It's a mad house." And it is! The street is lined with kids leaving classes and going to the dorms to pack up their remaining things in preparation for the summer. I, of course, never had that issue. My aunt and uncle guilty me into staying home and traveling back and fourth. Only about a fifteen minute drive, but I walk to kill time. I enjoy being out of the house. I prolong it as often as I can. Even at the age of twenty one, my family still suffocated and guards me. Sometimes calling or texting during classes, or driving by campus.

Trying to see who will greet me at exactly 12:00 am. The time has come. 12:00 am. "Happy Birthday to me." I said to myself. One Two Three Four Five Six 12:00 am greeters. I looked for her name. She haven't greeted me yet. People that I barely knew wishes me a happy birthday but I am waiting for only few. "Maybe she's asleep. Maybe something's up. Maybe she is busy and forgot that it's my day. My birthday is for 24 hours." I know that I am only gaslighting myself but that is the only way that I can comfort myself.