Novel & Cerita No One Left

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

" The sound of his footsteps drifted further away. I closed my eyes, and a single tear trickled down my cheek. "Wade, we no longer have tomorrow," I thought to myself.

No more almost. Just… us.

" please don't leave me alone" oud at the third time. " please don't leave me alone"

Like they left it. And I disappear.

Each one moved to smell one another one last time. “Don’t forget about us!” Ramona yelled it to the group as they were walking away. Just like that there were just five of them left. However, when they reached a place to rest for the night, they found that one more had left without notice. So that night, only Martin, Bruno, Saucy and Polly had to deal with one of the loneliest nights of their lives. “I think you and Bruno should go next.” Saucy told Martin when Polly and Bruno were already asleep.

350 days left. No contract. No rules. Just him. Just me. Just war.

Tara. That's all I have left. ---

I need today's meeting to count. I set the phone face up on the bed and waited. The room was quiet. Ten seconds passed then twenty and then the three dots appeared. He was typing.

“…no one will.” ***