Novel & Cerita Sad Eyes From On My Block

“Gretta, my mama didn’t give a shit when she was alive. I doubt she cares now. Please. I have had a really shitty twenty-four hours. I want to crawl in a bottle, just for a little while. I won’t stay for long.” She scowled at me. “Fine.” “Make it two,” I shouted as she walked away. She ignored me. I turned my attention back to Sadie, who had her makeup perfectly applied. She looked like a cover girl with her long, enhanced lashes and perfect smoky eyes. “Are you okay?” Her dark brown eyes were soft and full of love for me. I nodded. “I don’t know why it is bumming me out so bad. He wasn’t my family.”

Alice said, nosey. I fell to the couch and put my head in my hands. Sadie put her hands on mine and pulled them from my face. She squatted in front of me. I looked into her big blue eyes, for the briefest of moments it was almost like we didn’t lose a decade. Almost like time had stood still. Only she wasn’t that innocent little girl anymore, and I was still an impossible danger to her.

Sadness is something that they hug all time. Well, not all girls are like that however, eighty percent are similar this way which was why Kayle spoke this way. “Brother, it’s not like that…” embarrassed Mary packing her fist on her lap as her cheek turned pink. Kayle just chuckled. When silence fell, soon noises of children crying and shouting started bursting within the walls of the offices, “They are waking up now. After having their breakfast, the little toddlers fell asleep yet this is the time they wake up. That’s why you get to hear such noises.”

I could feel the dirt in my throat and the taste of blood. Jade wiped fake tears on the screen. “She was my best friend. She had such a kind heart. I miss her every day.” Liar, I tried to sit up, but pain stabbed through my ribs, but I didn’t care. “Turn it off,” I screamed. No one moved; it was as if I were talking to the air. “TURN OFF THE FUCKING TV!” The maid jumped and scrambled for the remote. The screen went blank. I was shaking as my hands were cold and my mind was on fire.

Knowing even though she is not awake, she is still using all her energy to try and save me, from this never-ending sorrow. Dark circles are all I see around me, looking into all these exhausted faces of the people I love and care most for in this hard world. Knowing I am the cause for all their suffering, makes my body feel over racked with pain and devastating sadness, making my stomach churn. Weeping inside everytime I look into their eyes, watching all the happiness slip away. I don't know how to help them or myself. Except to maybe leave my pack territory and go in search of the man my heart is longing for.

"And if things ever get tough—work or otherwise—HQ's got your back." "I'll be fine," I said, calm and steady. "I'll report in the day after tomorrow." Booked my flight for tomorrow night. Then headed back to the hotel. The Chat Feed just wouldn't quit: [Don't be sad, Ley-Bae. Shay-Shay really DOES love you. He just sucks at showing it.] [Yeah, yeah, he didn't grow up with love. You need to be more understanding.] Understanding? Hadn't I already done enough of that?

Sarah’s Point of view: It's a gloomy day and I woke up to the sound of raindrops hitting my window. The stormy skies outside perfectly mirrored my somber mood. I didn't feel like getting out of bed, and the thought of facing the day ahead felt overwhelming. As I lay there, tears began to well up in my eyes. Today was my parents' death anniversary, a painful reminder of the loved ones I've lost. It's been three long years since I last heard their laughter, since I last played chess with my dad. The memories still feel like a fresh wound.

A long sob shook Jake to his core. "Bethany. Your mom or mine?" He moved away from Kari, the large patio suddenly stifling. He paced as he tried to be patient with the near-hysterical girl on the phone. His heart breaking for the pain in her voice, the sound of her own heart tearing in two.

He said the smell of cooking oil on my skin made him sick. One time, I bought myself a birthday cake to celebrate with him. But he threw it straight in the trash just because I'd set it on the floor for a second while unlocking the door. "Trash is where filth belongs, and that's where you belong, too." Then, why did all his rules go out the window when it came to Vivian? My eyes stung. I tilted my head back, blinking hard at the sky to hold back the tears. But then it hit me—the dead couldn't cry. I was a spirit trapped between worlds, maybe because my attachment ran too deep to let me move on.

I feel this little bubble of happiness forming in my chest, and for once, I let myself enjoy it. As I approach the parking lot, I hear the sound of someone crying. I look up, and there she is — Presley, standing next to her car with Tamrin and Sadie. She’s crying hysterically, her shoulders shaking with every sob. Tamrin’s arm is around her, trying to comfort her, while Sadie looks awkward and unsure, glancing around like she doesn’t want to be there.