Open When You Are Sad Novels & Stories

I laughed uneasily, running my hand through my hair. "Well, it's sad when dead is the only way to set you free from your misery."

"No, it's someone I care about." "Is it the same person who did that to your neck?" he inquired, and I instinctively touched my neck and shook my head. "Hmn, what should we do then?" he asked, tilting his head in thought. I shrugged weakly, rubbing my temples as a headache began to form. "I have no idea." "Whenever I feel sad, I talk to Daddy or play with my friends to help me forget. Do you want me to call my friends so we can play together?"

I splash water all over my face and close my eyes, trying to think of anything else other than the big step I’m taking. “Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts.” I whisper to myself. It’s so sad how nothing instantly comes to my head. Life lately has been anything but happy. But, I don’t give up. I search through my memories for moments that gave me joy, replaying everything I can find like a movie flick.

There is a quiet kind of "cheerful," the soft kind that comes as a quiet river on a sunny day. It is a way of being that allows others a positive space to open up into, a space that is ready to support their emotions and needs. There is of course a time and place for the loud kind of cheerful, yet here in the hospital it can have the effect of closing people down - after all it is challenging to express sad feelings to a person who appears so far removed from those emotions.

"I don't do it that way." "Eh?" I raised a brow. "When you're sad, you just need to do what can make you happy. Try to explore, not cry all alone. You get me?" I was trying to get him all along, and I suddenly nodded. I get his point, but how am I supposed to do it when I don't know where to start? "I can help you if you want." I didn't take those words seriously. I was wondering who he was. "How old are you?"

I open it to see Trevor standing there. “Are you okay?” He asks, sounding genuine in his concern. “No. Not really. But I’m strong, I’ll get through this.” I say with a watery smile, trying to choke back my tears. “You know, you don’t have to be strong all the time. It’s okay to be sad. It is okay to cry. I’m a pretty good hugger,” Trevor says as he opens his arms to me. I don’t know why, but he makes me feel safe. I move forward and wrap my little arms around him. My face is buried in his chest, and I let go again. We just stand in the hallway, him holding onto me and rubbing my back in soothing circles. As my tears dry up, I feel a little embarrassed.

"How do you like to be comforted when you're sad or how do you like to be comforted when you're sad or upset?" I will ask. "Hug," "It makes you feel like you're not alone. When someone hugs you when you're sad or upset it feels like they love you, care for you and understands you." I thought he wouldn't answer me because maybe he and I weren't friends, I thought it was as if he had no mouth and wouldn't answer like before. I moved to get closer to him. "I'm sorry, Xander." I promised then to hug him. "Sorry for what?"

I don't even remember doing any of this, I am totally blacked out. Have you ever been so hurt that it almost feel like the sadness is about to burst out of your body? Like your veins are going to explode. That the pain won't ever leave you, it will be with you always, like a fucking shadow following you around . My whole body feels heavy, too heavy for me to carry it. Images of kayden occupied my mind, he's laughing, joking, playing around, singing out of tune on purpose, dancing like a chicken, filming something, taking pictures, Kayden leaving, me finding him, him crying his eyes out, Kayden, Kay , Kay.

Isaac suddenly contorted his face in raw pain and sadness, as if something deep had been triggered within him by Adrian's words. In that instant, Isaac became distraught, tears flooding his eyes. "What's wrong?" Adrian asked, concerned about lacing his voice. Isaac inhaled deeply, his chest trembling with emotion. "Just reminds me of my sister who is lost," he said through an agonizing voice. The words seemed to echo, a sad remembrance of the deep scars that Isaac had within himself.

“Um…. Why do you think I was hurting?” “You must be… because that’s what it seemed you were trying to get others to feel. Misery loves company, and when you are miserable you tend to make others miserable.” Chance chuckled with a pout. “Don’t be sad… you have a nice smile, you shouldn’t be sad.” he added.