Half Past 12 I Was All Alone Novels & Stories

I throw in two more cookies into my mouth, and just as I begin to chew on them, my taste buds start to beg me for water. Damn! I must have forgotten to bring a bottle of water with me. I really do not feel like going downstairs right now, but I can't starve myself of water. I groan as I get out of bed, stretching my muscles a bit. I close the can lid of the cookies before I leave the room, shutting the door behind me. _______________ When I reach downstairs, I am surprised to see that no one is there. My eyes glance over at the clock, and I curse when I see that it is already past twelve midnight. Only God knows how long I must have stayed inside my room drowning in my thoughts.

A single message had appeared on the screen, its words like a dagger to my heart: “Come alone. Midnight. Or he dies.” The clock on the wall read 11:23 PM. I had thirty-seven minutes to make the hardest decision of my life.

I yelped, spinning around to face— No one. I was alone. I tried to shake off the chill crawling down my spine and continued counting, faster now. “Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen—” To be continued...

Ryan POV:- It's midnight and it seems like the bed has lost its comfort and my slumber has been deprived of me. A strange coldness surged in me as I felt… Lonely. No bickering, no mocks, a pitch silence is spread across the room and an empty stomach. “What have I done?” I somehow felt alone because there's no one to snuggle close to me. A numbness took over me as I laid on the bed, frustrated. I put my hand over my face and emit a deep breath.

He is right I'm not good brother for him, I felt alone till I feel so cold Few seconds and I zoned out To be continued...

River POV; Just minutes before midnight, I awoke to complete darkness but the shining digits and hands of the wall clock. My head was foggy, but I recognized the bed, the smell, and the warmth of the room. I was back in my cell-of-bedroom. Back as a prisoner. Throughout my life, I had never felt so helpless and lonely.

If then I had a reason to continue, now I don't see myself fighting. "I hate you," I whispered and cried with no strength. When I had enough strength, I pulled myself up, waiting for the exact time to arrive while watching the candle slowly burn out due to the fire. "Happy birthday to me." I said with no emotion before blowing the candle. Darkness covered the entire living room. Silence reigned. The only thing that was left was the sound of the clock ticking. This is my end. My purpose is done here. Just when I thought of those things. I heard a knock on my door. At twelve midnight, on my eighteenth birthday, I heard a knock that I've completely forgotten.

I could see Aunt Clair and if she had on a skirt, from this angle I would be able to see so much leg, but to my disappointment she was in jeans. I heard the clock strike 11. I loved to hear that old grandfather clock tick away and the gongs were music to my ears, unless I was deep in sleep. As the clock finished its soothing chorus, I realized most had already moved off to either prepare for bed, or were already in bed. Only the men were left. With no eye candy, and of course no TV, which was strictly prohibited over the holiday weekend, I began to feel sleepy and decided now was the perfect time for me to exit as well. I stood up and said my good nights.

It was just me and my brother drinking the same sparkling cider we drank as kids. "Thirty seconds left in this shitty year," Ben said and I grunted in agreement. "But I guess it could be worse," I said. Now Ben grunted, not so much in agreement. "How do you figure?" he asked, looking away from the screen at me. I shrugged. "We could be watching this completely alone, like my roommate is at school right now," I offered. Ben sighed. "No offense, but I am pretty alone anyway," Ben said wistfully, "For the 18th straight New Years, I don't have anyone to kiss at midnight."

And the people whom I was fighting for; my family, where were they? They abandoned me and forsook me. I was all alone facing Dante's wrath. Crying more, I shut down everything going around me as the storm raged on and I could only focus on my own agonising tears. Suddenly, my ears picked up faint urgent masculine voices. I laid up immediately and cleaned my tears with the back of my palms. Dante must be back with his goons from another death trip. Narrowing my eyes to the digital clock on the wall, I noticed it was already past midnight.