I Was Already Gone Novels & Stories

“I just… want to disappear.” The words slipped out. Quiet. But real. Too real. Tears filled my eyes again. I blinked, trying to stop them, but they kept falling. This time, I didn’t wipe them away. I didn’t care anymore. My hair fell around my face. Messy. Lifeless. Just like me. I knew how I looked. I knew I had stopped trying. But what was the point? The woman I used to be… felt far away now. Gone.

"My hearing is not what it used to be. And my eyesight is failing. I did not see anyone in the living room this morning. I did not hear the front door open." A deep wave of relief washed over my entire body. My knees felt weak for a split second, but I held myself up. I really wanted to hug him,he was practically the father I never had. "Thank you," I whispered, my heavy breath fighting the emotions surging inside me. He nodded gently with a soft smile. "Have a safe journey, Meritt. May you find your peace." Oh, I sure will find my peace. Anywhere apart from here, anywhere away from Micheal was peaceful.

Ren was gone. Somehow, I felt a little hollow inside now that Ren was really gone. I didn’t even have a chance to send him off this morning. Although, I had mentally prepared myself for this moment, I felt my legs go weak as reality set in. What am I doing? I should go back inside and proceed with my life as normal.

- Not Sent And then eventually, I gave up and accepted he was just.. Gone; Fine. How could you do this to me?! :( Goodbye! - Not Sent I had even been so pathetic and gone as far as to just sit and wait around for hours at the bar, hoping he or one of the guys would come in and I could talk to him, or atleast find out from his friends where he was, but I never saw any of them. I never even saw Georgie, not that she’d help me anyway, it was like they all vanished off the face of the earth.

Fatal Exception Error Unit lies motionless on the floor without breathing and slowly decomposes. Remove evidence of any part you may have played in bringing about this error. Contact police and funeral parlor. Locate will. Since You've Been Gone A Country-and-Western Distillation Since You've Been Gone Well, I feel like I've been chewing on tinfoil Since you've been gone Oh well, I'm feelin' like I stuck my hand Inside a blender and turned it on You know...I've been in a buttload of pain

Just like that, I transformed from a mangled body into a box of ashes. After that, she rode the Ferris wheel with my ashes. Then, she buried me beside my sister and changed her gravestone name to Angel. Then, she lost all of her daughters on the day Vanessa was sentenced to death. That day, my mother climbed to a tall building and jumped off. I watched as her blood stained the ground, just as gruesome as when Angel died. Slowly, my soul began to fade away. 'This is goodbye, Mom.'

“Not yet.” But even as I said the words, I knew it was already too late. The damage had been done. The lines had already been blurred, and we were both already too far gone.

“I’m no longer part of the Hall family. Carter and I are divorced.” Now, I had found someone truly worth being with. And that felt pretty good. — The next morning, I got up early. I packed my belongings and waited for Carter in the living room. Normally decisive and efficient, he was dragging his feet this time. I stood up and said, “Let’s go.” But he grabbed my wrist, his head lowered, avoiding my gaze. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what you had been through. I really am sorry, I…”

"I wish I could help but you're too late." "Late." I repeated feeling a physical blow. "How?" "He's gone." The regret in her eyes was tangible. "He left this morning." The impact of her words reached me slower than it should. The world around me seemed to slow down. I stood there trying to process everything. Will is gone. He left this morning. You lose just as you should you fucking loser. "Are you okay?" Her voice sounded far away. I can't remember answering her or walking away but I knew I did both.

I stumbled back to the infirmary, my limbs heavy and weak, and my wolf inside me was trembling from the unbearable fatigue. All the entrances had been forced open, and everything inside was gone— every herb from the cabinets, every piece of medical equipment, even the needles and tubing had been looted. The infirmary had been ransacked down to nothing. The shelves were ripped from the walls, the heavy displays smashed beyond repair. I stood frozen in the middle of the wreckage, my legs giving way beneath the weight of despair. Their cold accusations echoed in my ears, and in that moment, something inside me truly died.