I Feel So Alone And Empty Novels & Stories

“If you just let me in, I will take the reins, you just have to say it.'' The Darkness said. I could feel the icy warmth leaving my grace, sending me into an empty void, a pit of despair and longing. A feeling I had been trying so hard to escape these past months. I felt like I was drowning, being sucked down through an abyss of agony with no one to help me out. I had been doing anything I could to get away from the emptiness, the pain. I had been focusing on training, focusing on The Darkness, plotting my revenge, staying extremely busy. Too busy even, but I knew deep down that I would never get away from this feeling. Not truly. I had no other choice if I wanted to be able to maintain my c

It’s high time Drake returned from his fucking vacation; I’m fed up doing this shit alone. I feel disabled, like a wire from a connection supplier. I shouldn’t feel empty, harsh, and unproductive, as if something inside me is lifeless. As if her hollowness is transferred to me, and I couldn’t get rid of it even if I tried, because that heaviness is slowly my breathing, as if a fat man is sitting on my chest. No matter how much I loosen my tie, I can’t get rid of the feeling. “Dad, are you there?”

I needed to be able to provide for my boys. The minutes stretched into hours and the hours stretched into more days. As the days went by, I felt empty. And it just wasn't because of the events that happened. I felt a throbbing ache in my chest that I hadn't felt in a long time. Day by day, the emptiness inside me seemed to grow deeper. It was a hollow ache. I felt a lonely sensation that refused to go away.

It will not be wrong to say that all I did was to think and think some more because there was nothing else to do. I had spent years alone. I was hopeful and even if I was alone, I thought of ways to cheer myself up but now I feel lonely even if I am sitting around a lot of people. It’s an empty feeling inside. The weight of regret and misery crushes my heart all the time. “ Miracle! Are you even listening to me or was I talking to the walls?! ” Olivia yells at me and I snap out of the daze. I did this again. I zoned out and found myself drowning in the endless and hopeless sea of thoughts.

I try to get up, but my body feels heavy and uncooperative. The once-bustling pack seems deserted, and the quietness is deafening. My heart is heavy, and my head is foggy as I try to gather my thoughts. There is a hollow feeling in my chest, and I can't shake off this feeling of loneliness that seems to have taken over me.

My chest tightened as the anger threatened to overwhelm me yet again. I leaned forward, clasping onto the edge of the table, and looked once more out at the moon. "No. No, I don't need him. I don't need anyone," I whispered low and with all the intensity. "I can do this myself. I don't need to feel like that. I've made up my mind." And yet, I had felt the emptiness more grimly with those words leaving my lips. The coldness of that silence pressed in upon me; for the first time, I really knew how utterly alone I was.

If I think too much about it, I feel like I can suffocate in the overwhelming reality of it all. "Mamá," I weep, even though I know she can't hear me. It's comforting to know that she and my Dad have passed on....but I selfishly want to be able to talk to them like I can with Ariella. "Me siento solo..." I feel alone. So Alone. I feel like a gasket that has built up too much pressure, and now is letting it all out. It's relieving but strangling all at once. I kneel there and silently pray to whoever is listening...to help me.

It felt as though I was an outsider in a world that was built for two, forever condemned to watch from the sidelines. The silence of my empty home echoed with the haunting whispers of my own thoughts. The walls seemed to close in around me, suffocating me with a sense of isolation that was almost unbearable. The emptiness within me mirrored the emptiness of the space that surrounded me, a void that seemed to stretch infinitely.

I feel like shit. His words play over and over again in my head until they are the only things I know. It’s a little too much for only one person to handle. Her parents divorce. Her mother’s boyfriend harassing her. Knowing these things about her doesn’t make me feel as bad as I do when I remember the hurt in Ben’s eyes. He was heavily disappointed in me. Then, he talked about feeling so alone and empty in a crowd. I thought I was good for him. If he feels that way even now, what kind of girlfriend does that make me?

Even my solitude is a never-ending feeling of sameness. I don’t even feel like a whole person anymore. Like I’ve faded into the wallpaper. I’m a fucking tumbleweed blowing through the desert on a Ducati. Half the time, I feel like I’m a ghost in any room, no matter how crowded it is. Separate from this world but living in it all the same.