Helpless Novels & Stories

It felt as though I were rubbing salt into Caspian's wounds. It wasn't until much later that I learned that Caspian was haunted by a painful past. Because of the environment he grew up in, he'd been deeply insecure and withdrawn as a teenager. He kept to himself and had almost no friends to speak of. When he was 16, on his way home, he was tailed by a homeless man who cornered him in a deserted alley and molested him. He hadn't dared to tell anyone, fearing that others would look down on him. He could only bury the secret deep within his heart.

But now that opportunity is gone, her child has been taken away by him, this feeling of helplessness and despair makes her so sick that she can't breathe. "I'm sorry, I'm not good, I'm useless, I can't protect you well." Tears fell from her eyes, crying until her limbs were tired.

The same way he is feeling it now. And I can’t do anything about it. I don’t know how to help him. I don’t think talking about it is helping. Holding him in my arms isn’t going to soothe the hurt in his heart. It’s only a temporary solution. I brought him into this predicament and yet I can’t do anything. Ever since I met Miles, I’ve realised how useless and hopeless I am. It’s pathetic, really. The only thing I have going for me is money. There’s only so much money can do.

I begged. I was desperate, moving around in the house, my hair in a messy bun as I ran my hands through my face over and over again. How was I supposed to move on with my life knowing that ‘Rissa was over there fighting for hers and there was just nothing I could do to help her. I hated this feeling of helplessness. When there was nothing I could do to help but just sit still and wait. It made me feel so weak and I did not like the feeling one bit.

He rubs my back and the other hand is placed on my head, pulling me even more closer. I hug him so tight and cry away all the emotions I have stored. During my sobbing, my legs give up and I fall onto my knees taking him on the ground with me. I grip his shirt tighter and pull him towards me more. "I c-can't live li-like this any-more." I cry out. "Tell me what's wrong Ria. Let me help you please." He is begging me to let him help me. "You can't Christian. N-no one c-can." My voice breaks.

A deep sense of helplessness overwhelmed me. Soon, I was numb from the cold, my voice getting fainter. "Help, anyone, please!" The door looked forever shut. I was plunged into the abyss of despair just like the day I lost my kid. Nobody came to my rescue even when I screamed till my throat burst. Crystal wailed in agony in my mind, too weak to shift. The only thing I could do was encourage her. "Please, I need you, Crystal. It's the only way I can break free."

I look on, feeling a numbness that feels too much like helplessness. Alex is falling apart a few feet away from me and there is nothing I can do.

Seeing him leave made me feel anxious and uncertain about how to support him on his journey towards happiness. I caught his hand as he walked away, stopping him from moving further. “Don’t go,” I pleaded, my heart racing with the weight of his vulnerability. “I don’t know Hollis; I am broken too,” I mumbled, lowering my head in shame. “How can I help you when I don’t know how to myself?” I whispered, feeling overwhelmed by the realization of my own limitations.

That was all while telling me he was helping me build resilience. I let out a bitter laugh, liked the client's post, and sent Miles a text. "Let's break up." A minute later, the familiar ringtone of an incoming video call rang out incessantly.

“Now, tell us everything that happened. We’ll do everything we can to help.” “It all happened so fast,” I begin, my voice wavering. “Dad had been feeling off for a while, but he never told me how bad it was. Today, he collapsed, and when we got to the hospital… they said his heart was failing. He needs surgery, but the costs are… they’re more than I can manage. And as if that wasn’t enough, Arthur’s in the hospital too. He had an accident and is fighting for his life. Oh God, I don’t know what to do, Mom. I feel so helpless. How am I going to save my family? I’m so… so useless.” “Oh no, dear. You’re not useless. You’re a wonderful woman who loves and cares for