Half Past 12 I Was All Alone Novels & Stories

Alicia II sat alone in the empty room, the silence deafening. The twins had left me three hours ago, and the only sound was the ticking of the clock on the wall. Its steady beat was a harsh reminder that time was passing, and I was still trapped. There was nothing to see, nothing to do, and no one to talk to. I felt like a prisoner, locked away from the world with no escape. The clock ticked on, each passing moment feeling like an eternity. I was alone, with only my thoughts to keep me company. And they were not good company.

[--Kaiser Volkov--] It was twelve midnight, the kind of hour when most people are nestled comfortably in their beds, lost in the embrace of sleep. The world outside is quiet, with only the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant hum of a passing car to remind you that life continues, even in the dead of night. Normal people would be doing something sensible, like resting, and recharging for the day ahead. Too bad I’ve never been one of those people.

And I woke up from the fact that the sun was shining directly into my eyes. Remembering who I shared the bed with that night, I jumped up. But I was alone in the bed and in the room. That must have surprised my aunt. Although she was surprised yesterday, because she heard everything perfectly. I had a strange feeling that I was late for something, I looked at the clock - half past ten. Better hurry, although I have no idea what time Reed should announce his choice.

26 - Mia Lauren Hudson I miss you so much. - A Safe Harbor December thirty-first. I loved this date. I loved knowing that all the wounds, pains, and disappointments were being left behind. I always liked the feeling of being cleansed when the clock struck midnight. It was something that relieved me, and deep down, I deluded myself a lot with all of this. Because nothing ever changed for me, never. Not even my haircut.

“What is it?” She bit down on her lower lip thoughtfully, and then shook her head. “Its just, have always been alone. Thinking back now I probably was a loner, I spent Thanksgiving alone even Christmas and Valentine's day all alone. It was so sad and yet I kept thinking it was the best for me. I knew I could have just visited my sister Mariana and spent the holidays with her but I didn't want to intrude since she has someone to celebrate the holidays with”She murmur sadly..

I walked to the window every five minutes, staring at the empty driveway like an idiot. 11:11 p.m. I made a wish on the digital numbers anyway. Stupid. 11:59 p.m. I was already crying, silent tears sliding down my cheeks, tasting salt when they hit my lips. 00:00 Midnight. The porch light stayed dark. No headlights. No footsteps. No Adrian on his knees in the driveway like he promised. Just the quiet, cruel click of the clock rolling into a new day. My twenty first birthday was officially over, and so was whatever fragile hope I’d stupidly let grow again.

He insisted on sending it as he couldn't come himself to help. My friends and I enjoyed the pizza and chatted till around four, then I ushered them out to go home before it was dark. I even reminded them to text me when they got home. Closing the door after them, I looked around my little home and smiled. But along with it came loneliness. I had never lived alone before. Nor was I used to eating alone. Did I even make the right choice? I shook my head instantly to get rid of the doubts. It was important to learn to be independent.

I whispered, barely audible, like saying his name out loud would make him disappear. I glanced at the clock on the wall. 12:00 AM. My birthday had officially started.

Flashback . It was very cold that night, and the figure of a little girl in a thick coat was sitting outside the not too big room. It was 11 o'clock in the evening, and the girl was still waiting. The gale from outside, as well as the sound of running water made the girl aware that it was still raining until this second. He alone has no friends.

I can't believe I'm spending Christmas alone. This is beyond depressing. I get out of bed and stretch my limbs and then look out the window. It is all snowy and there is absolutely no one walking down the street. These days in Middleton, not a soul moves, and the streets take on a somewhat mysterious and terrifying air as they are empty A call from my mother enters my cell phone, so I unplug it from the charger when I see that it has enough battery and I pick it up.