Just Want To Be Left Alone Novels & Stories

"I don't want to speak to anyone. please leave me alone." I could hear the desperation in my voice, and I knew Ethan could too. It was obvious that I was crying, that I was broken and shattered into a million pieces. I didn't want to talk to anyone, didn't want to face anyone, didn't want to exist. I just wanted to be left alone, to wallow in my pain and try to make sense of the betrayal that had been dealt to me. "Please, Ethan, just leave me alone." I repeated, my voice cracking with emotion.

"You're not well, and I don't want to leave you alone." I let out a deep sigh, feeling my irritation grow. Why couldn't she just leave me alone? I didn't need her help, and I certainly didn't need her hovering over me like a mother hen. "Maria, I appreciate your concern," I said, trying to sound calm, "but I'm fine. Just...just leave me alone."

“I’m good, thanks. Honestly.” He edges over. “It’s no bother. Do you…we can talk? If it would help.” “Actually, Boris. That’s really kind of you, but I’d like to be alone for a while.” He stares at me as though he struggles to understand. “But, Yasmine said to—” “I don’t give a shit about what Yasmine said!” I snap and start shaking. They’re only looking out for me, but I want to exist my way. “Sorry,” I apologize. “I just need this afternoon to myself. Tomorrow we can go back to normal.”

I stretch my hand, urging her to take it "Let's talk, away from everything, just you and me." "No." She yells, and I grit my teeth. "Don't you understand? Listen to me! There's no you and me. I don't want to speak with you. I don't want to be near you, be with you, I want nothing to do with you. I need to be left alone. I left for a reason and I'm not coming back. I hate this fucking place, always making me feel like the odd one out, I hate the way you make me feel, I hate it so much."

So here's a thing, people lie, they are disrespectful, they wear masks, and they turn to be a bit tiring to me. A lot of people don't get it, that as a loner when I am around people I feel mentally and physically exhausted and I not only want to be alone, I also sometimes need to be alone to get my energy and sanity back. My family calls me weird, but being alone is my source of energy and being around people takes that energy away. This is not a joke, my family even knows so they end up telling me to leave and go back into my room where I will get my alone time.

"I can't. I shouldn't. I won't eat dinner." "You've got to get healthy. Look at you. You've turned so skinny. It's not good for you." "I don't care. I don't want to eat anything. I just want to be alone." "Good luck with that because I'm not planning on leaving you alone from now on, well except when you really need some space because in that case, I'll understand." "God, Julie. Don't make this difficult for me. Go to Ethan. I'll be fine on my own."

I sat up, gripping my chest. I couldn’t stand the thought of being alone tonight. The silence was too loud, the walls too close. I needed noise—people—chaos. I needed to drown in the crowd, vanish beneath flashing lights and deafening music, just to forget—if only for a little while—that I was still bleeding on the inside. A still, small voice in my mind whispered: Stay home. Watch a movie. Read. Meditate. This nightmare started with a night like this. But I didn’t want caution. I wanted chaos.

~~~ *** ~~SERENA~~ *** Being alone means learning how to party on your own. And not just the kind of party where you’re scrolling through your phone in bed with your legs tangled in a blanket and crumbs from a chocolate bar stuck to your collarbone. No. This is a full-blown, stand-on-the-coffee-table, blast-the-record-player party. Sober. Alone.

She won’t find any lies coming from me. “That is nice and all, but I will need to move soon. Once all of this is over. As nice as it is, I like my own space. I have been used to it for over a year. My little slice of solitude. I don’t want to be imposing for longer than necessary.” Say what?

she stuttered, unsure of what to say. " I just need to get away for a while." I was trying to reassure her, I needed to get away from Sin and this was my only chance. " Okay, we could go together," she suggested. "No, I just need to be alone." " You can't just get up and go, Mani. What about your residence?" Stephanie asked, confused. " I can always do it at any hospital, Steph. I just want to have some time for myself." I pleaded for her to understand.