Saddest Message Novels & Stories

My son couldn't possibly be dead and that was it! As I lifted the envelope to put the photo back, something else slid out… a small folded piece of paper I hadn’t seen earlier. My breath hitched. I wondered what it was this time. With trembling fingers, I picked it up and slowly opened it. It was a message. A short, heartbreaking message. And the moment I read it, my vision blurred all over again. “Mother, I’m tired of living in this world. I can’t continue. Where were you when I needed you the most?

Surviving. I class another message. I love you. I’m spooked of losing you. I’m spooked of failing at this. But I’m not uncertain about loving you. Please call me when you’re ready. I’ll be here. Always. - S I hit shoot. Message delivered. Not read. I wait. That’s all I can do now. Wait and hope I didn't just destroy us.

My throat went dry, and for a second, I couldn’t feel my legs. And the messages—oh my Goddess—the messages were just sitting there. Twenty-three unread. Twenty-three. That was not normal. That was not “just checking in” or “hope you’re doing well at school.” That was “the world is ending and I didn’t know how to tell you in one message so I sent twenty-three.” My wolf, who was literally howling with laughter five seconds ago because of my insane friends, was suddenly dead silent. Like frozen. Like all the amusement had been vacuumed out of her chest and replaced with tension.

His grief-filled messages poured into her phone like drops of blood, each one staining her soul. The phone buzzed, making her heart lurch. She grabbed it instantly, shame burning through her veins even as anticipation lit her eyes. The message was short this time. I’m tired, Mom. Tired of carrying this alone. Sometimes I wish I’d died with you and Dad. Would’ve been easier than this. Daisy’s breath caught. She pressed a hand against her mouth, her eyes stinging with tears she never allowed herself to show in front of anyone. She read it again, then again, as if repetition could dull its blade.

E: Are you better than us? E: The deaths you caused. The innocent lives you took. You just going to forget their faces as they died? Forget as the life drained out of them as you snuffed their little lives out? Each message was like a stab in the heart. I started to curl up into a ball as each message buzzed in my hand. Unfortunately, I had read receipts on and there was no way of stopping it. Watching as every single message came in spitting more hate and anger. E: You abandoned their graves. You abandoned their memory.

It was a simple registration with no wedding. She said she finally understood that stolen happiness had to eventually be paid for. She said her biggest regret was losing me as a friend. She apologized. I stared at the email, speechless for a long time. Finally, I only replied with one sentence. Zoe: [Take care.] Then, I deleted the email. Some mistakes were unforgivable. Some people were lost forever once you lost them.

Manager Sol’s grandmother muttered as she walked towards me again, but this time, she was gentle rather than excited. I felt the warmth of her hand as she caressed my arm. “Whatever it is that is burdening your heart right now that you don’t want to tell it to anyone, and you feel like your heart will burst in the worst emotion that you just want to be alone and scream… Just do it, honey. There is totally nothing wrong with being sad. Sadness makes the happy moments special, and without it, people will never know that feeling of being happy.” I was soothed by her warm and soft voice like she is talking to me deep in my heart.

This silence is killing me. Message not delivered. Saturday, 2:45 PM: ‘I went by your apartment. No one answered. Where are you? My heart aches not knowing. Just a word, anything. Please.’ Message not delivered. Sunday, 9:00 AM: ‘Anderson, this isn't fair. After everything, you just vanish? Don't you owe me an explanation? Or at least confirmation you're alive.’ Message not delivered. Sunday, 7:15 PM (My last attempt): ‘If this is it, if you're really gone, then I guess... goodbye. But I deserved better than this. We both did. I hope you're okay, wherever you are.’

“I always have, Jo. Even when I didn’t know how to show it. Even when I ruined everything.” I swallowed. “I don’t want to lose you again,” I said. He reached for my hand. “You won’t.” But just as our fingers touched… His phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen. Then froze. “What is it?” I asked. His voice was barely a whisper. “It’s Leo.” I blinked. “Justin… Leo’s dead.” Justin showed me the screen. One message. No number. Just five words. “You’re next. -L” I stared at the message, heart thudding louder with every second.

Anyway, I wanted to tell you guys that I have been so depressed lately, so much so that I even thought of taking my own life on several occasions, but I guess I'm a coward and I can never exactly go through with it. I have decided to take some time off work so that I can focus on my mental health and try to bounce back to my usual self. I'm going to be unreachable for about a week or so, so I thought to inform you guys so that in case you can't reach me if you try to do so, you would know what's going on. I love you guys. Once that was done, Christina waited for another two hours until the children read the messages. One of them, the girl, replied saying OK. That was just the word she had us