What Do I Do Novels & Stories

No one was listening. And I have no idea what to do.

Abby stutters. “Sorry. That was random and kind of loud. I didn't mean to just blurt it at you like that. What I meant is, what are a few things that you like? Like something you have or had at your home that gives you comfort.” Gabe says in a softer tone. "Books, magazines, puzzles, coloring books. Things like that."

"Please do something. " I lost.

What to do. Staring down a suddenly very uncertain future.

“What are you doing in my room?” I open my mouth, and nothing comes out.

How do I fix this? I walk down the street, not really sure where I’m going, just needing to get out of the office. As I wander through the city, I realize that I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I don’t know what I want, I don’t know how to fix this, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get the chance to make things right. My phone buzzes again, and my heart skips a beat. I almost don’t want to look, afraid that it’s just another reminder of something I can’t change. But I do. I look.

“What are you doing up here ?” doing whatever I want I snapped Difiantly

distance. What should I do now?

So I do what I can. I remind myself to just keep breathing.

"Mother? Please, stop crying. You shouldn't say things like that, they are not appealing to the ear!" "Then, what do you want me to do? When you give me headaches every now and then!!" "I'm sorry mother. I will change now!"