My Life Is Falling Apart Novels & Stories

“I’m heading to bed. Don’t stay up too late watching trash TV, alright?” “No promises.” Crystal responds, shooing me away. “You know that’s my favorite type since you’re so boring.” Rolling my eyes, I don’t bother responding before I head to my room and collapse on my bed so that I can finally let the weight of reality slam into me. “Shit,” I hiss, realizing what I was running headfirst into. “There really are monsters living amongst us and pretending to be humans.”

My life feels like it’s crumbling into pieces, and every part of me seems to be shattering and falling apart. I’ve never felt this way before; the pain is unlike anything I’ve experienced. It feels as if my heart is being ripped from my chest and my soul is slipping away. Richie has lost so much blood—way too much—and I can’t stop overthinking every word the doctor might say. The thought of losing him is unbearable; I want him to be okay, I need him to be okay.

Dressed in a hospital gown, Lucy began to wail and throw a huge tantrum. When she saw people stopping to see what was happening, she seized this chance to put on a pity act. "Norman dumped me ages ago! Once he found out I lost the baby, he took all of our money and fled. Who knows where he is now? At the very least, I talked him out of suing you. Otherwise, you might be in prison right now. Just forgive me on account of that…"

Then, gently, like he didn’t want to scare me, he pulled me into his arms. And I collapsed. I cried into his chest like I had nothing left. Like I was crumbling right there in his arms. “I can’t do this anymore,” I whispered against his shirt. “Rue, I’m tired. I’m tired of fighting every day just to feel human.” He didn’t speak. He just held me tighter. “ My life is a mess ! isn’t this the part in movies where the main lead get a break ? i should atleast have a break “ “ i am so sorry …My Mother , i am sorry she threw you out “

This family is falling apart. Emily slipping away piece by piece. Charlotte breaking under trauma she hides from everyone else. Louis collapsing under grief and stress. Lucy alone behind walls. Madelin fragile on the farm. Barrett strained by responsibility. Charles drowning in guilt behind closed doors. And Maya, now actively working to destroy something sacred. Something in me cracks, a thin fracture along the interior of my ribcage. I press my forehead against the glass, closing my eyes. Why does it always come to this? Why can I not hold anything steady? Why do I fail the people who rely on me?

"If your plan is to lift me up high so that I would fall hard, you don't really have to do that. My life is already miserable enough. I'm just a sanitation worker. I don't have any money left. My family has kicked me out. Do you want me to kneel down in front of Mira Hall's grave to apologize? Or do you want to take my life in return..."

The syrup. Why couldn’t I just keep it together for one goddamn second? Why did something so small, so stupid, make me fall apart? It’s been a year since I walked out on Mike, a whole year of rebuilding, rewiring, forcing myself to be okay. I thought I was handling it. I thought I was better. I was so, so wrong. My body and mind betrayed me in the worst possible way. I didn’t just fold; I shattered. A grown-ass woman crumpling like a paper bag because a bottle tipped over.

Slowly, my trembling hand lowered the phone as tears streamed endlessly down my face. I didn’t know how long I sat there, writhing in pain. Alone. While my husband… had chosen work over us once again. A sharp wave of agony suddenly tore through my stomach, stronger than before. I cried out as more blood poured down my legs. “Help…” My voice was barely audible. “Someone help me…” Moments later, I faintly heard hurried footsteps and the panicked voices of neighbors before my vision finally went black. The last thing I remembered… Was clutching my stomach tightly while silently praying over and over again.

I had changed every single stuff on my floor a few months back after finally getting a way out of the bargain. Every single woman has repulsed me and although it has taken Dezreel a lot before she had agreed to let me go, including the death of her father, she had succumbed to it later on, but not without letting me know that she was going to rain hell on me. Hell on me? I had scoffed. No one else can except I gave the person the right to. Oddly, I had everything now, power, money, and even fame and I still felt hollow, still felt withdrawn like I had failed in life.

"You still don't find yourself calm, Elsie?" I turned my head quickly, my eyes glaring at the man. Calm? How am I supposed to calm down in this state? It seemed impossible for me to calm down and think clearly. Right now, I felt like my life was completely falling apart. I lost the goal that I had planned for my entire life in just one night. It feels like the pillar I'm leaning on is being forcefully pulled away, and it's because of Atlas! Again, it's Atlas! Why does that guy always show up and ruin everything? Why does he always ruin what I believe will happen? That day, he ruined my trust in him, and today, he ruined my life purpose through what he deposited in my womb.