Novel & Cerita Helpless

I stood there, my hands clenched into fists, the helplessness choking me. I didn’t know how to fix this. I didn’t know how to help her. I wanted to reach out, to hold her, to tell her that everything would be okay, but the words seemed so hollow. There was nothing I could say to undo the horror she had experienced.

I hugged my knees tight, trying to hold myself together, but the despair was too much, too overwhelming. “Why?”I cried out, my voice barely above a whisper, broken and raw. Why wouldn’t they listen? Why wouldn’t they help?. I prayed silently for a miracle, that someone will answer, that someone somehow will come to my aid.. But still no one answered. The silence of the room pressed down on me, cold and unforgiving. I felt utterly alone, powerless, as if the walls of my room were closing in on me, the weight of my helplessness suffocating me. I had done everything I could. I had pleaded, I had begged, I had exhausted every option. And yet, it was all in vain.

But his appearance now made her worried again. She was already in mess and didn’t want his addiction among them. “May I know how could you help us?” Jonathan asked with a sour tone. “Who said I am going to help you? It’s only Gloria I will help.” David said, matching his tone. David has known how Jonathan was trying to help Gloria. But he was sure this man would be useless. As per his knowledge, Jonathan can never be a match for him and he didn’t disappoint David. Though taking two days, he couldn’t collect a single piece of evidence.

"Choose? There's no comparison. You're not an option that you're keeping yourself with her and letting me choose. You're my girl" He was panting for a whole minute as I kept calm. His words definitely soothed me. However, he was still not clearing things up. "I'm helpless", he muffled in a shaken voice. I narrowed my eyebrows. He was helpless! The reason behind his helplessness could only be me, mom and Amelia, and of course our baby. He never feared for anything but whenever it came on us, he feared! "What happened?", this time I couldn't stop myself from cupping his face and making him look at m

I had never felt so helpless in my life, watching everything spin around me. Hendrix did not have to say anything, I knew I would be a distraction. He pulled a black bennie on, we both knew he was leaving me behind. He was on autopilot and I did not want to be in his way as he packed all he would need. My arms wrapped around my waist, finally giving up the fight, watching helplessly, knowing there wasn’t much I could do to get my baby.

I considered asking her to contact the Szelskys and Ozeras to see if maybe we could send something back through them but wasn't sure how long that would take or if their troops had already left. I hated feeling so helpless and reliant on others to do things for me. I wanted to run out of the room, scream at the top of my lungs, or do anything other than continue standing there pretending like everything about this coiled arrangement was okay. Then suddenly, a voice that I'd almost forgotten was there firmly spoke up. "I could get one there."

Or is that just me? Out of breath, I know I’m getting weaker, but I must keep pushing myself on. I can’t give up. Rays of the sun appear via a clearing a few yards away. The spirits are guiding me to a safe place, and I race towards it. I feel relief at the edge of the clearing, like I made it. Ha, the loser is the only one to survive this ordeal. However, the spirits quickly remind me I’m still a loser. I trip over a large log that anyone would have seen if I paid attention instead of gloating in my head.

"We'll rebuild. You're a fighter, Jacob, and fighters don't give up, do they?" "I don't have it in me, Evelyn. I... don't," he admitted, his voice heavy with despair. "I don't think I can deal with this anymore. Seeing you like this, watching Mom and Dad worry all the time, these shitty days... I can't handle it. Having nothing makes me feel as helpless as I was when my father used to beat my mom, and I could only watch. You don't know what these situations are doing to me—I never liked feeling helpless, because it only brings back memories of my past. I can't even explain it. It sounds like nonsense, but it's... it's—"

For the last two days he'd been fucking helpless, alternating between screaming in agony at the pain and crying like a child. Helpless! The word banged through his skull, taunting him, laughing at him, adding to the awful humiliation he couldn't shake. All the time Demetri's strong fingers stroked through his matted hair, shampooing and rinsing over and over again as chunks of something unknown landed with a thud on the shower floor.

I had no idea what I was feeling at that moment. Everything was just so complicated, and I felt so cornered and helpless. There were things that I worked so hard to decide on. There were things that I wanted to tell him and things that I wanted to do but I couldn’t achieve any of those things and that made me feel so powerless and pitiful. I’m such a failure…