Sad Eyes On My Block Novels & Stories

"You live in Block 4-1, correct?" The question came completely out of left field. Jacob probably assumed that I was finally getting ready to cave, so his reply came back instantly, dripping with arrogance. "Yeah! Block 4-1, Unit 708. My name is on the deed! What's the matter? Now that your fraud is exposed, are you trying to come over and beg for mercy? Or are you trying to threaten me? "News flash! I'm screen-recording this entire chat. You try anything funny, and I'll call the cops on you!"

His voice was raw, hoarse from thirst and exhaustion. Tears streaked down his face as he whimpered, "I'm very good. I don't make trouble. Please don't leave me." I screamed beside him, my words desperate and useless. "I would never leave you! My baby, you're my most precious one!" But he couldn't hear me. I sat by his side, pretending, wishing I could hold him close just one more time. Two days. Bill was still MIA, probably off playing house with Ima while Luca starved in ours.

Andrew said with muffled giggles, put on his shades, and walked away from the devastated Pia Drew Barcenilla. Pia Drew was eating a sandwich in the canteen, feeling sleepy, tired from her Class, from the shameful experience earlier in the morning, and from all the things that have been happening to her that seemed like a dream she wished she'll wake up from. Her best friend Nikki saw her. "Pia Drew!" Pia Drew waved at her, showing no interest, and in an instant, Nikki was already sitting in front of her. "Hey, girl have you read the latest news today?"

There are more important things that need more attention. All these years I depended on Kevyn, I hoped too much that he wouldn't do to me the things that happen to others. Sometimes I feel sorry for people who have been cheated even if I didn't know how painful it is, but now that I am in a situation similar to what they went through, I can say that it is very painful. It's like the pain is slowly killing me, it's like I'm losing my mind. When I got home, I almost didn't feel like it, my thoughts were floating so much that I almost don't know how I got home properly and got to my room. I just sat on my bed. I feel so numb.

Taking off the bag I threw it across the room as I noticed the person was slightly breathing. I couldn't tell who it was because of her long purple hair that covered her face. Gripping onto her chin I lifted her head to make eye contact with her. Her eyes held sadness and rage. She gasped before jerking her head to the side. Shaking her head sideways, she cried. "Please, please, just kill me already." She pleaded. Staring at her, not saying a word, I pressed my lips together before walking over to the last person. Pulling of the sack, relief flashed throughout my body as I noticed Théodore but I felt irate by his appearance. His hair was covering his face.

Kiah was babely half a year old. Gina, Stacie, and Pamela turned to look at their sister Selene with wide smiles stretched across their faces. “She’s amazing right!” They all spoke at the same time using the same ominous voice.

I watch with mild interest as the moon made its ascent on the shadow of the evening, my feet dangling at the top of a dilapidated oil tanker parked and abandoned on the outskirts of Brakstone City. Like every evening the sky was devoid of its twinkling stars as it was blocked with the thick smog of the city. As I stared at the inky blank sky saved for the faint silhouette of the crescent moon, I tried to search myself for any emotions. I don't feel sad or happy, I feel empty.

“Did he sleep at all?” “I do not think so.” She said quietly, eyes averted and somber. I finally had the luxury of examining her, but not in a rude manner. Luna Sadie seemed subdued, like the last six months had not been kind to her. A thread of someone’s emotions trickled over to me. I patted her hand. “There is no need to fear. One way or another, we will help you.” I assured her. “I promise, the bleakness and pain will pass.”

★One Year Ago★ Jade sat on the floor, sobbing loudly and scratching her arms, trying to get rid of the feel of her harasser's skin against hers. She kept replaying the last few hours in her mind. She could still feel his body against hers and it made her feel worthless and dirty. And like a thousand bugs were crawling through her skin, eating her up.

*****************************Etian's POV******************** The night had been brutal. Restless. My mind refused to shut down, rerunning that damn rooftop footage over and over like some broken record. By the time morning clawed its way through my blinds, I was already on my second cup of black coffee, staring at the laptop screen with bloodshot eyes. Something was off. I felt it in my bones. Sadie hadn’t just fallen. Someone wanted it to look that way. I leaned back in the battered chair, rubbing a hand over my face. The grainy footage played again—Sadie standing at the edge, hair whipping in the wind, the city lights blurring behind her. Then, in the next frame—nothing. Just air and darkn