Romans & histoires We Will Never Walk Alone

If Gregory will not walk beside me, then let the world see I am not alone. The trumpets sound, and we move forward. The charity outing begins, but the true performance has already started.

"Why did all of you do something so ridiculous when you knew how important the application was? Why did you fill out the application for community college instead?" "Where did you go yesterday?" "Is this how you repay us when we gave you a roof over your heads, clothed you, and fed you?" The teachers walking past them shook their heads and whispered among themselves, "This is the first time I've seen an entire class apply for community college just because of one girl."

That she’s not alone. That she’s never been alone. It starts tonight.

“Even if I have to do it alone.” She walked to me and took my hand. “You’re not alone.”

- "You will never be alone. Close your eyes and hold it tight." -

My world is going round and round and each second I feel dizzier than the last. "Alex, I'm here to tell you that your actions are not of your choosing. Mental illness is something often disregarded but it affects more people than any other disorder. We're all here to tell you that we're going to fight, and we're not going to stop until you are not as affected by it so much anymore. We're not going to stop until you're ok." At this point, her voice just sounds muffled. She's trying to sugarcoat telling me I'm crazy. So,

I am alone, but only for a few seconds, two girls in their early twenties walk in, one carrying a tray of food and the other with some clothes and shampoo, a toothbrush, toothpaste and body wash, “Who are you people, where am I? Who do you work for? I ask quietly, almost sounding like a plead, they don’t say a word as one sets the clothes and toiletries on the bunk bed and the other does the same to, but picks up a knife as she walks up to me, I eye her wearily, She walks right behind me, I can feel her breath fan my ears, “if you try to run, I would gut you out with this knife bit by bits, we are a thousand miles away from civilization, your body would take months to discover, understand?,”

“We’ll start where it hurts least. Small things. Watching. Reading people. Listening. You won’t be alone.” Nevio’s hand left the blanket and reached for mine. It was a thin grip, but it held with the force of a promise. “If you’re in this,” he said, looking at me like the oath it was, “then we do it together. No lone stumbles. No reckless charges. We move like predators—with patience.”

A sheen of cold sweat broke out across my forehead. "Eleanor, you have the same rare blood type as Hannah. The blood bank is out of blood, so you're the only one who can donate." He looked at me pleadingly. That was true. Hannah had always served as my emergency blood donor. However, Brandon had protected me so well over the years that she'd never had to donate a single drop. I stared at him in disbelief, tears filling my eyes. I'd just lost our baby. Yet, he now wanted me to give my blood to another woman. "Brandon, I just—"

“Don’t worry. This time, no one’s going to bully you ever again.” A few days later, Caleb brought me to a high-profile charity gala, and for the first time in a long while, I ran into Matteo.