Helpless Novels & Stories

Help me. My first instinct is to jump out of bed and storm into her room, but after a moment, I realize she’s having a nightmare. I close my eyes, hating the fact I can hear every word laced with pain and suffering. Her unconscious thoughts come flooding through my head over and over. Stop. Help me. Stop. Help me. Stop. Help me. When they become louder, I can’t help but groan in frustration. I am helpless. Completely and utterly helpless.

I stumbled and staggered, my body refusing to cooperate with my brain's feeble commands. Despite my best efforts to be strong for my child, I couldn't shake off the feeling of utter helplessness. I felt like a fragile leaf blown about by the winds of fate, unable to control my own destiny. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I realized I needed help, but didn't know where to turn. And then out of nowhere, I was hit by a sharp, unbearable pain that made me scream my lungs out, unable to contain the fatness of the pain.

Others gave up because life lost it meaning, some sorted suicide while some lived like Ken. I beseech you out there, those who grew up without parents, those who gave up because they are tired. Strive hard and you don't know you might be lucky like me. Be brave and fight life. The options are not death, anger, revenge. The only option is determination. Remember what Rowan said about anger " I found out that i am not angry with Anna. It is the feeling that I'll be hurt again. " Remember approach your fears, maybe you might find solution to your problem.

Nestling me against him, so I’m listening to the steady strong thud of his heartbeat, where it’s so easy to let it all go. “I need help, Arry. I’m so tired all the time. I’m struggling and I want things to get better.” More tears roll freely down my face, but not with any real sense of anything, just tumbling out because they can., I’m completely lost and floundering in life. Utterly hopeless.

I did this to myself by signing the contract, I sold myself to him knowing very well that he's going to break me in and out. Someone once said that God puts you through all the pain to make you stronger. He has put you through this and only he will bring you out of it, we just need to be patient, but will he ever bring me out of this? I don't think he ever will, I thought and cried harder at it. "Miss Ellis," came Coop's voice, making me stop crying. I wiped my tears, stood up from the floor and took a deep breath. I pulled the door, saw Coop standing at the door with a tray of breakfast and juice,

His eyes were losing the light in them and he tried to smile but ended up coughing out blood. I looked down at the wound and realized it didn’t work. “No why can’t you heal... why are you not healing? “ I cried out and tried once more but nothing happened. “No please heal “ tears rained down my face as desperation settled within me. “ It is okay, babe...it’s okay” his voice breaks. “No it’s not okay” I choked out in tears,” this is not okay...please babe. You need to fight to stay alive.” more tears rolled down. I felt so helpless and heartbroken.

More than I’d ever seen in one place. And I had no one. No backup. No plan B. I stumbled to a bench beneath the hospital canopy and sat down, the water dripping from my soaked clothes pooling around my feet. It wasn’t just the rain that chilled me. It was the weight of helplessness. A mother who devoted her entire life to raising me. A woman who worked night shifts and cleaned houses just so I could attend school. And now, when it was my turn to save her, I was powerless. I pulled out my phone for the hundredth time and scrolled through my contacts. Most of them were people I hadn’t spoken to in years. Some were old classmates, others were coworkers I barely r

[Goodbye— [Alex] I folded the letter and stepped onto the balcony. The Geneva wind whipped around me. I let the paper go. Watched it vanish into the sky. Just like our past—gone. Standing there, in a place that once felt foreign, I finally felt free. No more lies. No more betrayal. No more pretending love was anything but empty. Just me. And the life I built. My phone rang. My assistant. "Dr. Ellington, the team's ready. Meeting starts in ten." "I'll be right there." I took a breath, pulled myself together, and headed in.

“We’re going to fix it, okay? Just hold on.” I rushed to the front door, keys clutched in one hand, my phone in the other, praying it still had battery. The app would not load. No taxis. No cabs. Not even a bus nearby. The rain pounded harder, almost mocking. I sat down on the edge of the couch, Sophie pressed against my chest, burning and breathing too fast. And for the first time in weeks, I felt it again, that uselessness. That helplessness that wraps around your throat and reminds you that no matter how strong you are, some moments break you anyway.

Not everyone who says they love you… Is telling the truth. Sometimes they just love the story you help them create. Evelyn who hasn’t cried for a long time broke down She was used, her portrait scattered everywhere for what she felt disgusted with her self, everywhere she went on campus people recognized her Talked about her and even laugh She hated Mateo so much that every breathe she cursed at him