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.

I feel so lonely without you. I feel like a person who has lost everything and is now alone in this cruel world. ………………

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.”

, I shout. She gathers me back into her arms as the reality begins to dawn on me, I'm by myself now, truly and utterly 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.

The loneliness that drove me into self-sabotage was nothing. Because now, in this moment, I realize I’ve never felt more alone.

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.

Or so I thought. Until I woke up to an empty bed. No note. No message. Just alone. Alone. Again.

It looks like I'm solo on this now. Fuck this is gonna be a suicide mission.

then I gulped two more pills. I am alone... all alone... no family... no one to call as my own in this whole wide world... and then I gulped more pills... Tears and sobs were echoing in my empty house. I looked all around and I realized that I was all alone. I always will be... I have no one... then the walls started closing on me and I had only one thing to focus on... pills in my hand. I am feeling too much, I just need some more so I can stop feeling.