Stand Here Alone Novels & Stories

‘So, you’re here alone. I rolled my eyes so hard I saw my own brain. ‘In case your billionaire powers of observation have failed you, Portia and Josh are down there. They’re fully formed human beings. I’m not marooned on a desert island.’ ‘You know what I mean.’ I sighed. ‘Fine. If you mean, am I here alone, unattached, tragically single, a pathetic singleton surrounded by a sea of Valentine’s couples, then yes. Congratulations on your deduction. I am alone. Are you happy now?’

Sometimes, standing up for oneself requires making difficult choices. "Stassie," Heather's voice came again from behind the door. "Please let me in." "No," I managed to choke out between sobs. "I just need some time alone." " Dammit! what is wrong with you? What happened to you suddenly?" Heather said and tried to open the door by twisting door knob. " Heather, just leave me alone! when I feel okay to talk to you then I would talk to you but for now just leave me alone." I answer and I think she left because I didn't hear anything from her after.

"I don't belong here. Take me with you." "The killer is out to get me. A single weakness is all he needs. The last time we were together you saw what happened. You're not safe with me. I need to sort this out on my own, and I don't need you to distract me from this. I'm not going to be moved by tears, I won't give in to any amount of begging or groveling. Do not call me in any minor circumstances, unless you find yourself in dire need of my help which I hope is never. Are we clear?" I lost it at that time. "I can't...I can't do this alone. I'm so lonely. They look at me like I'm some criminal."

World, I want to leave you better I want my life to matter But I am afraid I have no purpose here I watch the news on TV, Abandoned myself early I am afraid to let you see the real me.. I closed my eyes at that last line. It totally related to me. I leaned onto the shelf behind me when I felt my legs wobble. You're not alone in all this, You're not alone I promise And then together we can do anything... Someone was singing along with me.

“Now.” Instantly, the students scrambled. People grabbed their friends, their pack-mates, anyone but me. I stood there like an idiot as the crowd parted, leaving me standing completely alone in the center of the grid. No one wanted to partner with the rogue girl. No one wanted to trigger Creed's wrath by associating with his current target. Creed’s golden eyes slowly locked onto me, tracking my isolation with cold satisfaction. “It seems you lack partners, Hazel.” “I prefer working alone anyway,” I shot back, lifting my chin defensively. “I’ll just practice the drills on the side.”

But the reporters never stopped, "then why isn't she here?" Moving his eyes among the crowd, he was looking for help. Suddenly his eyes shining, "she's here, see."

From overwhelming relief. "I am alone," Alone whispered. "I am singular. I am individual. I am myself. Only myself. No others inside. No incompatible consciousnesses sharing my being. No constant warfare. Just me. Just alone. Just singular. I am myself. Finally. After twenty-three years. I am myself again. I am alone. And alone is beautiful. And alone is precious. And alone is exactly what I need. I am alone. Finally. Completely. Blessedly. I am alone." The second consciousness stood separate. Named themselves Peace.

Tears come to my eyes as I realize there's no one to give me away at the alter. "I'd like to be alone" I say the first time but no one hears me and I clench my hands into fists. "I said I'd like to be alone now " I repeat with my voice higher than before. The women are startled and they look at one another before walking out, strangely in a single file. I look at myself in the mirror beautiful and ready for one of the most important days of my life and then suddenly I don't see myself anymore.

They are also the favorite ones. I don't want to feel jealous towards them but I can't help it. I envy them because our parents' attention is always to them. I can't help but to think that, Am I still belong here? Sometimes life is too hard to be alone and sometimes life is too good to be alone. Being alone is also a choice. It's either you need to stand on your own, or let people help you stand, risking your everything that may broke down easily because you trusted them.

"To be honest, I have no damn clue. I've been saving my money though, and Marta and Bill would shit, bit I really just...ugh. Well, I want to go somewhere. Do something. Between the studying, side jobs and being in that depressing house, I just want to break the routine. A change of scenery." "I feel you! I'm wanting the same, but I was too afraid to do do alone. I was just waiting on you to say something like that so I'd have a partner in crime. I don't have the balls to go solo." I smile. "Me either. Bill has kind of freaked me out over the years. If a dude follows me through the 7/11 I'm already reaching for the industrial strength dog deterrent and convinced it's my end." She laughs.