Novel & Cerita Helpless

DIEGO’S POINT OF VIEW I feel so helpless right now, I feel so… tired so drained. I cannot do anything about the situation, i cannot help, make it better, nothing I do will make Ava better now. Most times, in most situations money solves the problem, I have a lot of that but now even that cannot help. We just have to watch and see what happens like what the doctor said. It is a horrible feeling being helpless, not knowing what would happen next, being uncertain, feeling this lump of grief and sadness in the pit of your stomach.

"I'm sorry I could do nothing. I became so helpless that I had to bow down to people who are not even mine, not even worthy of getting any of it. I feel like a coward. I feel weak and helpless" My breath hitches as I watch him bursting into tears in front of me. Aloud. I had never seen this man crying like this before, defeated and helpless. It aches my heart. It makes my inside bleed and tears up my chest, knowing he has been going through more than I could ever imagine. There was so much going on and I could see nothing. Not a single thing. He plunges his head while whimpering. I immediately gra

So many questions and I have no answer. I called Josh but he was not picking up. I needed him at this point. I need him to tell me what has happened? I called him twenty times but he was available. That was tearing me apart even more. I don’t know how to get going from this point in time, how to be a better person in the future, whom should I lean over for support. In practicality, today I learned that I should learn to stand on my own because no one is gonna be there for me. josh whom I believed so much has found millions of ways to break me.

His voice started cracking in the end making Catelin more concerned. "I-I don't want to be selfish Cate. B-But I am feeling too helpless. Too much helpless that I have never felt before. I am sorry but I don't know what to do other than this. I -" Catelin instantly went towards his sitting figure before kneeling in front of him.

Helpless and as weak as a doe. I owe Lyros many thanks because he is my world. He loves me and I love him, so he keeps me safe. Yes, or no? The answer that pops into my mind is yes. Yes, I am timid and I don't have a single brain cell of my own. Yes, I need to depend on Lyros to get things done for me. I can’t do them myself. Yes, my body is fragile and I am helpless, the same way so many other females all around the world are helpless and have to depend on their men to save them and take care of them.

He tells me while brushing his hand on the back of my head. I know I am safe with Landon, of course I am without a doubt about that, but then you can’t stop me from feeling completely helpless after what happened to me. I am helpless of how that incident from last night mentally and emotionally baffled me and shook my core. I still feel helpless now and I feel so dirty of myself when I think about it, like something is wrong with me. Like something is taken away from me. Like some virus has gotten inside my system as it’s not going to leave me alone.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

His little arms reached out, trembling, his voice was weak but desperate. “P-please…” He staggered once, twice… and collapsed right at my feet. Blood pooled fast, his tiny chest shuddering with shallow, ragged breaths. I dropped to my knees, hands hovering helplessly above him. “I’m here,” I whispered, though the words felt hollow. My fingers pressed against his shoulder, desperate, useless. “I’m here.” His glassy eyes found mine for a heartbeat. “Help…” he rasped again, softer this time, fading like a candle in the wind.

“I know.” Ronan took one step closer. He did not touch me. He did not crowd me. But he stood close enough that I felt a little warmer. “What is wrong,” he asked. I shook my head. “I cannot stop thinking.” “About Vale.” “Yes. And Hale. And everything.” Ronan waited for me to keep talking. I let out a long breath. “I hate feeling like this.” “Feeling what.” “Helpless.” Ronan’s eyes softened in a way he barely showed anyone. “You are not helpless.”

"Mom, what did that ungrateful bastard say to you? She used a kindness as leverage, slandered Lily, and even declared in front of the cameras that she wanted to sever ties with us. It's a good thing that Lily taught her a lesson! That way, she'll stop causing trouble all the time!" Grandma's right hand, which was holding the phone, began to tremble. She frowned, unable to understand what on earth was happening. "Is this what you mean by Lily teaching Laura a lesson? Laura's right arm is fractured, and there's a hole in her head! If I hadn't rushed back after seeing the news about the fire, she might have died on the pavement!"