I Think I Am Alone Now Novels & Stories

She is told to do something, and she seems shocked and argumentative about it. And then she isn’t talking anymore. She also carefully slides from under me and is gone. For a moment I think she’s left me. It has all become too much for her. and I can’t blame her. It has always been too much for anybody in my life. I know this. I am meant to go through this alone. Or die trying. But I… this is hard. I know things now. And I feel so alone, so desperately alone. I need her, I think horribly.

It’s cliché, but it applies to everything. “You think the time you spend with me is enough for you to say that? Do you think that I don’t try to will myself into doing things on my own? I am not the one you need. Because you, you are my world. But let me correct myself. I am not obsessed with you. You just don’t know what it feels like to be alone.”

Outside, the world was still moving. Still loud. Still complicated. But inside that room— For that moment— None of it mattered. Because right now— She wasn’t alone. And as long as I was here— She never would be.

But not today. I chose to sit by the window, hugging my knees, letting the breeze touch my tear-stained face. There were birds chirping in the distance, from who knows where. The silence I once feared had now turned into peace. Maybe being alone wasn’t always a bad thing. Maybe this was the universe’s way of asking me to come home—not to a place or a person, but to myself.

Am I sick or something? “Thank you for the cake,” I say and calmly head for the door without looking back, hoping to hide my inner turmoil. As I step out into the hallway, I can hear Camilla’s disappointed sigh. But I can also hear her whisper something under her breath. “Maybe one day you will see that you don’t have to be alone.” I pause for a moment, considering her words. They strike a chord within me that I didn’t know existed. I’ve always been alone, ever since I can remember. But maybe, just maybe, there could be something more out there for me.

The whole bar dances in my vision, so I straighten my shirt and sit up straight in my seat, holding the corners of the bar stool with my free hand for extra support. "I'm doing what you are doing here." I laugh, unfazed by his query. "Can't you see? I'm getting drunk." "Oh, you're drinking alone?" The word 'alone' touches a delicate nerve since I have recently become 'alone' in my life. The incident happened a few hours ago, and I still can't get it off my mind. "Yeah, can't I?"

My face was a sticky mess of tears and snort. The quiet settled with a heavy weight. I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling dismally. The loneliness. This was it. I was all alone now.

As I'm staring at the wall I hear the door open. I can't bring myself to see who walked in. Being alone is my new life now. I don't want my hopes up when someone comes to drag me out of the room, only to be left alone in the end. The door closes with a loud click and feet make their way towards me. I close my eyes in an attempt to stop the temptation of looking to see who's here. Please just leave me alone.

I seethed. I don't even know her closely anymore. These past few weeks, I've literally been alone by myself. I have no one to rely on other than myself. "How can you say that, Lunette? We are literally one. We can't do without the other," her voice softened, but I don't care. "That's where you're wrong." I cut in. My grip on the plate tightened. "One thing that I've learned so far is that I don't need anyone. I can survive alone."

Today I have to figure out what to do in this world. I have to find my path and fight for what is right, I feel so alone, I feel like I have no one to turn to. I have no home and no family. I am out of the void but I am still just as lost as I was in the void. I am so confused.