How Not To Die Alone Book Novels & Stories

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Even though they were miles apart, Alina could almost see the bright smile on her mother’s face. They talked for hours, Alina didn’t even realize how much time had passed until she glanced at the clock. When the call finally ended, Alina sat still for a moment, hugging her phone to her chest. Then she stood up and walked to her bookshelf. Her fingers brushed along the spines of several books before stopping at one particular title “Seven Days Before Goodbye” by Aria Bennett. A small smile tugged at her lips as she pulled it out. That book was her favorite not just because it was beautifully written, but because every word inside it felt strangely personal. It was as if someone had written he

"Mom, I swear his death was an accident! None of us wanted this! He's gone—there's no need to throw ourselves in jail! Who's going to take care of you if I'm gone?" "Mom, Michael's the only son you have," Mom chimed in. "Can you bear to see him go to jail?" "Grandma, Flynn isn't your only grandson. I'm your grandson, too!" Felix cried out. "You can't favor just one of us!" Faced with their tearful pleas, Grandma finally relaxed her grip on the phone. She looked at Dad with a tired, defeated expression. "Tell me—what do you plan to do?" "We'll secretly bury him and tell everyone he died from an illness," Dad replied.

See you soon. Fear, anger, hate, and humiliation washed over me after reading the message. As I read the message, it’s like I can hear him saying those words through the screen. “Most people are not made for this kind of hard life” I said out loud to myself. People wouldn’t believe the horrors I have lived through to survive. I don’t know where my survival instincts came from. I don’t know where my fight to live came from. I exhaled hard with a sigh. My thoughts remembered all the people I’ve seen die in captivity, then whispered to myself, “those people are at peace.”

Running through this quiet town with the only noise being my ragged breathing and my footsteps, I realized that; I had come into this world alone, I was going to fight my battles alone and I was going to die alone. I had loved a woman who didn't love me. I had cars for a man who saw me as a child. There was no had no such affection for me in return. There wasn't anything more to be said, u had no mother, nor someone who cared for me so I had to be the one who will always be there for me. It wasn't my making and admitting such a life was sadder than I thought but there was nothing more that I could do.

Then she turns to look at me, sadness filling her eyes. "I don't want to die alone." She mutters. "I know that sounds stupid to you but I'm scared of dying alone. You are young. And you have options. And you have a bunch of men catcalling you on the road and makes and everywhere you go. But I don't have that. No one wants you when you are this old. Men view you as used goods. They are only attracted to young and fresh women. That's why I can't leave your dad. I know that it's impossible to find another man after him. I don't want to have breakfast alone. I don't want to go to the mall alone. I don't want to go to parties alone. I don't want to eat alone at the dinner table. And at the end of

But a new feeling— one not born from pain, but from someone finally daring to believe: You're not always alone.

But, it’s fine, you don’t always get what you want in life and that’s okay. Our lives have calmed down now and I’m trying to enjoy it as much as I can. After having a handful of near-death experiences, having a calm life is a very welcome change. I don’t know what will happen in our future or what dangers we might face. But I’m grateful to have Bryce by my side and to have such a good support system surrounding me. No matter what our future may hold, I know we’ll be able to handle it. **** Authors Note**** Thank you, thank you, thank you for all of your support throughout this book! I truly don't know what I would do without you.

That's what saved me from dying. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

I rushed after her, but all I managed to catch was a corner of her clothing before it slipped through my fingers. I watched her body fall with my own eyes, like a butterfly with broken wings. Smaller and smaller she became, until she was nothing more than a tiny black dot against the ground below. I cried so hard I nearly passed out. From this moment on, I had no family left. I was completely alone in this world. But beneath the grief, another emotion was surging violently inside me. Shock. Because the final thing my mother said to me was so far beyond anything I had imagined.