I Am Alone I Am Utterly Alone Novels & Stories

Do you like the idea of being fucked senseless by a pack of wolves who’d buy you like livestock if they could? The mirror didn’t answer and neither did Ivy for a heartbeat. Then she whispered, small and wounded, "I just… don’t want you to be alone if they don’t come back." I let out a short, ugly, the sound that sounded like a cackle or laughter “Alone?” I hissed, dragging the zipper the rest of the way up. It caught again on a fresh welt. I yanked harder. Pain bloomed bright across my ribs. Good. Pain I understood. “Tesoro, I’ve been alone since the day my dad died. Alone is my default setting. Alone is safe. Alone means no one gets to break me except me.”

You're running through my senses, what else do I feel? It's all about you that I need. To wake me up from my scare's dreams. It's really hard to imagine. The moment we watched the stars, Tonight I'm alone in the dark, Couldn't find your shadow under the moonlight. By Cheryl Tutaan.

Maxiana I’m on the beach again, that beach of gems and calm, dark water. Black mist hangs all around me as I walk in no single direction, unsure if I’m going to step off the beach and into a vat of inky, black nothingness again. He’s not here this time. I’m not sure how I know, but I can just… feel that I’m alone. Horribly, inexplicitly alone. I’ve never been alone. Never. Not a single day in my life.

~There's no reason, there's no rhyme I found myself blindsided by A feeling that I've never known I'm dealing with it on my own Phone is quiet, walls are bare I drink myself to sleep, who cares? No one even has to know I'm dealing with it on my own~ Everyone was in awe of the coldness of her voice, they could feel every line pierce their heart by the way she sang it. It was smooth and gentle. Sophia gradually closed her eyes, her heart heaving. ~Heavy thoughts when it gets late Put me in a fragile state I wish I wasn't going home Dealing with it on my own I'm praying but it's not enough I'm done, I don't believe in love

They bathed together, ate together, and went shopping together, just like what a couple deeply in love would do. I didn't make a scene as I simply watched them show off their affection in silence. With five more days left in the divorce's waiting period, Julian suddenly suggested climbing a snow-covered mountain. He insisted that I come, too. Halfway up, Evelyn had left to get something, leaving Julian and me alone. The gentleness on his face vanished at once, replaced by a cold stare. "Why are you still hanging around here? Do you really think Evelyn will fall for you eventually?"

she call lightly. she couldn't understand why she is seeing strange faces.. "Aunt?"the young boy called out as he move closer to her and hold Pinky's hands. "You are awake?"the woman asked. She looked around,the voices are strange, pinky though. The only thing she can feel is emptiness and sadness. "Can you hear us?"the woman asked. Pinky couldn't utter a word, she just looked at her and the boy. "What happened here and who are you guys?" she asked, her voice sounding so faint.. like no strength in her...

I whispered hoarsely. But the voices didn’t stop, they rang louder, looping endlessly in my head like a nightmarish song I couldn’t silence. My knees buckled, I collapsed hard onto the cold bathroom tiles, the chill seeping instantly through my clothes and into my skin. I lay there for a moment, then stretched out flat on the floor, staring blankly at the ceiling as silent sobs wracked my body. *It’s okay if no one truly loves me,* I told myself. *It’s okay if I end up alone. As long as I love myself… it’ll be enough.*

And sinking. Never to resurface. And he's utterly alone. *

It's the song of cigarettes after sex. "Apocalypse,” I said and held her tight. Ooh, oh When you're all alone I'll reach for you When you're feelin' low I'll be there too

He’ll drag me back and feed me to his demons. I cannot stop crying. I feel so suffocated, so deserted. There’s no one by my side, no one has ever been by my side to start with. I’ve learned to cope with things alone but now things are getting out of my hands. I thought all those cuts and burns that I got from my family and pack were enough to toughen me up but I was wrong. Turns out my mate’s words cut deeper than a butcher’s knife.