I Need Someone Novels & Stories

I’m gripping the steering wheel, head bent against my hands. I can’t do this. I can’t do it. I want to scream. I want to cry. I’m definitely going to throw up. I want a friend. Or even, a Sister who acts like a Sister. I want someone by myself to help and support me. To love me unconditionally. But there isn’t anyone.

I can’t leave this office like this. I need a hug. I need my mate. “Danielle. I need you. I need you right now.” The words fell from my mouth.

“No. I can do it myself.” The woman didn’t move. She looked at me like she saw too much, but said nothing. “I’m Kiara,” she offered softly. “If you ever need someone to talk to… or if it’s too much…just let me know” Her voice faltered, like she knew how fragile I was, how close I was to breaking completely. I wanted to tell her everything. I wanted to scream. To let it all out, all the hurt, the pain, just everything.

"Kevin, why don't you thank Julian? Your knees must be awfully precious. As long as you kneel and apologize, the money is yours. I'm taking Julian to get checked for injuries." She shot me a glare before helping the "injured" Julian out of the room. Then suddenly, the phone lying on the table lit up. A person with a black cat profile picture had sent me a single question mark.

Karma is a damn fucking bitch! I want you! I need you in my life! I miss you so much! I love you, Anita! I want to see my babies! Anita! Please come back to me! I'm begging you! Please! Please come back to me! I'm incomplete without you baby! I need you so much, Anita! I need you!

Jackson quipped. “Yes, it is. Will it make a difference to you?” I asked. “No, there is nothing between us and we are just friends.” He smiled. "Good... now the person I was looking for, I didn't find him inside next to all those things" I spoke softly, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment, not of course shyness. " And..?" He asked, clasping his hands in front of his chest. “Do you know where I can find William?” I asked.

“Okay. Let’s d‍o it.” “R⁠e​ally?” “Really. Tell me wha​t you need.” What I need is purpose.‌ What I‌ nee⁠d is to feel li​ke‍ Ayan⁠a’s dea‍th me‍ant som‌ethin​g⁠. W⁠hat I n⁠eed is to stop drowning and start swimming. But what I say is​: “I n‌eed yo​u to h‍elp me pull this off.”⁠

I most certainly can't give this chance up no matter what, I need that man dead. Now, just who exactly can I ask to help me with this crazy plan of mine?

And someone out there is watching me unravel. Someone who wants to see me drown slowly. Someone who isn’t done yet. And I don’t even know their name.

I added, and we all split up. I've been asking around for the past 45 minutes, but I found nothing. Most people didn't know who I was talking about. I sat on a bench and sighed. An old man that was sitting opposite me adjusted his glasses and looked around. "Waiting for your wife, huh?" He questioned. "No, I'm looking for someone else." "Who may that be? Maybe I've seen the person. Nothing gets past me around here?" "I'm looking for a guy, Leo. He has a scar that runs all the way down to his chin," I explained.