Sad Eyes On My Block Novels & Stories

I’m really thankful, he said as he bowed his head. I bowed my head as a respond. “Gwaenchanhayo. Eongeubhaji masibsio. Jib-e anjeonhage gasibsio.” It’s okay. Don't mention it. Go home safe. Nobody’s Home by Avril Lavigne I couldn’t tell you why she felt that way She felt it everyday and I couldn’t help her I just watched her make the same mistakes again What's wrong, what's wrong now? Too many, too many problems

“Smells like cedar and heartbreak.” A wet laugh bubbled out of me against my will. Sadie scooted over to the bed and sat on the floor, leaning against it. “You wanna talk?” I shook my head, eyes burning again. “Not really.” “Cool,” she said. “I’ll just sit here and vibe.” We sat in silence for a long moment. I focused on Tyler’s heartbeat and the way the fairy lights flickered in time with my breathing. “I saw your set,” Sadie finally said, her voice softer now. “You tore your soul out up there.”

"I don't trust staying at home." "We said we were sorry." "While you were walking in." "Come on mate." "I know, I'm just messing around. Your apologies were accepted." Saturday morning, Sadey's eyes were glued to the TV screen with a smile in her face as the little colourful cartoon characters ran around. Lacey sat behind her braiding her hair. "Okay little girl." She pat Sadey's head. "Turn that off. You ready?" "Mm hmm." She turned off the TV and jumped off the couch.

Might have even been a lookalike. ‘My Sadie has eyes like an eagle’s. She never forgets a face. And a girl like her, she has a face you don’t forget so soon. Striking blue eyes and a pale skin. If she says it’s her, then it’s her. And for me, I was out shoveling snow in the front yard when I saw her drop down from the cab and walk cautiously into the…’ A violent cough, stinging to the ear, cut him short jerking him back and forth. Sadie was beside him in a split second, even faster than the officers.

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.

“We both know she needs this.” He grumbles but doesn’t say a thing. “Have you been able to reach Nyx?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest. My eyes were completely focused on Sadie. “Nope. She’s blocked me.” Inhuman sounds come from Sadie, almost as if she were physically in pain. She sounded like a wounded animal, and in a way she was. “Do you think she’ll be okay?” a soft voice said beside me. It was only then that I realized that Raven and the rest had joined us.

I’m forced out of my thoughts when my cheeks are suddenly pulled and I jerk my head backward to see Hayes is smiling down at me. “Now, you’re finally talking. Sorry” He may smile at me, so warm and smug even…but his eyes, reeled in, are damp and dull from the sorrow he walls away. Traces of blur begin to enter my sight as my body deflates. I let loose, my lips wobbling as the blur ruins my vision completely, wet trails crawling out of my eyes and down my face. “I’m so sorry!” I throw my head forward, burying it into my palms and sobbing painfully.

No human contact except when they slid food through the slot three times a day. He lay on the thin mattress and stared at the ceiling and thought about Caroline. "I'm sorry," he whispered to the empty room. "I'm so goddamn sorry." Then on the side was a pin on the picture of Astor Sinclair's newspaper. Definitely going to pay for something.

"Esme! What the fuck are you doing?!" A familiar voice cut through the haze. Harsh. Angry. Frantic. The world swayed in my vision as I tried to look up. I couldn't even tell who it was—only that they were stomping toward me, the sound of their boots echoing through the alley. Sadie looked up, her face calm. "She volunteered. I'm nearly finished." "I said stop!" the voice barked. Loudly. I'm so fucked.

Whoever this is, they know how to muddy the trail. Her gut told her the interference wasn’t just digital. The kind of close GhostByte meant could mean eyes-on-you close. She crossed the room and checked her door lock—secure. The deadbolt was still in place. Still, she felt the pull to look out the window again. The street was empty except for a single black car parked across from her building. No movement inside. Windows tinted. Too tinted. Her phone buzzed. Unknown number. One word on the screen: Smile.