Left Neglected Novels & Stories

How could my balance be zero? I checked again and again, logging out and refreshing the app, but the result didn’t change. It was still zero. A cab I managed to hail slowed briefly before the driver sneered at me. "No money? Then don’t waste my time." The car sped off, leaving me standing there humiliated. I thought long and hard, and only one explanation came to mind: my parasitic family. At a time when I needed support the most, they had already hidden their knives, ready to strike when I was at my weakest.

Holding resentment, Pete reported all the family's businesses, leading to a federal investigation into the Rizuto family. Less than a month later, this powerful family vanished. A bizarre tragedy circulated among the people, accompanied by coffee and cigarettes. When I learned of all this, I felt nothing. Because I had completely let go of everything. Yes, I survived. My elders spent a fortune to save me. This time, I will never hurt myself for anyone. I want to live a life that truly belongs to me.

Drunk, depressed, loaded with problems, they threw their hands into the air as if nothing mattered anymore. A boyfriend hadn’t replied in eight hours. The word Delivered mocked them from glowing screens, blinking like a cruel reminder of rejection. Lonely, broken hearts searched for comfort in worldly desires—desires that would soon swallow them whole. A crime unsolved. A killer hidden among ruins. A young woman vanished without a trace. Her case labeled Last Seen: dancing her heart out at the Virgin May Club. Married men. Divorced men. Single men. Cheaters.

I had begged. Mom relented, and after going through all the relevant background checks and working with social services, they had finally managed to bring Kylee were home. We were both over the moon! Kylee, of course, had her own room, but we never even slept separately. When she told me one night that her birthday was coming up, I knew exactly what needed to be done.

A voice replied; I already knew it was Theodore. “The question I wish should be asked now is what really are you guys doing in this deluded area? This warehouse has been abandoned for years now, and I can really see some drips of blood,” I lied. “If nothing is being hidden by you, why don't you come out and clear yourself?” I added. “What's really going on? How on earth would the police figure out that we would be here? I would call them,” a voice stammered.

James murmured to himself. After checking the time, he put a hand to his forehead in exasperation at his forgetfulness. He had been too anxious. Celeste was probably still at kindergarten. He grabbed the treats again and drove over to wait outside the kindergarten. Children began to come out one after another, but Celeste never appeared. James got out of the car and headed in. One of the teachers on duty, Mindy Gibson, recognized him immediately. "Hello there. Liam isn't here today," Mindy said.

How desperately he hoped to see my figure at some street corner. He would definitely rush over to hold me, apologize to me, and tell me that from now on, he would always stand on my side. When dusk crept up, with nowhere else to go, he curled up by the iron gate of the abandoned observatory on the city outskirts. This had once been the sacred place where I brought him to watch meteor showers as children. Now there were only crows, pecking at the remnants of memories. Nothing but desolation remained. His phone vibrated hotly in his pocket. Father's voice sounded like oil-soaked rope:

I sagged forward. “Oh fuck no.” My stool turned and I looked up at a very upset Zach. “You do not get to blame yourself. If you don’t blame me for you losing your arm, you don’t get to blame yourself for this situation.” He bent down, our faces inches apart. “He was okay. Elliot was okay.” “I’m his mother, Z! I couldn’t protect him! He has night terrors because of it! He was two!” “I can’t image the things they did to you too! Who was there to protect you? You were alone! Elliot had more protection than you did! It never should have happened. My father…my father and his fucked up decisions are behind this. It’s all on him.”

As they had their lunch, Nick asked, “Have you told your friend you’re here? He won’t mind you spending your whole day here, will he?” Ryan just how remembered he never contacted him from last night. He might freak out as Nick mentioned it. He searched for his mobile everywhere on his hoodie and jeans, but it was missing, he must have left it in that room in the morning, he sighed as he said, “No, he won’t, I’ve forgotten my mobile, I have to leave right now,” he almost finished his meal as he stood up to leave but Mr. Nick stopped him, handing him a white plastic bag, “There’s some pecan pie and cookies. Have them with your friend,” he smiled as Ryan left. He totally forgot about his friend

Three years after my family committed me to a psychiatric hospital, I finally managed to escape. But my freedom didn't mean much, not when the cancer had already metastasized. Knowing my days were numbered, I just wanted one decent meal. I used the pocket change I'd scraped together from collecting recycling to buy an ice cream cone—something I had never been allowed to try before. I stood on the street, happily enjoying it, when a metal chain suddenly whipped across my face. "Chantal is seriously ill, and you have the nerve to stand here enjoying yourself? I knew you always wanted her dead." It was my mother, whom I hadn't seen in years. She screamed hysterically, swinging the heavy met