When Sadness Is At Your Door Novels & Stories

Make that the second at that tim If you've ever gone through something tragic or lost someone close to you ... The pain is unbearable ... The only feeling you want to feel is the feeling of being numb . Not feeling anything is good actually cause I don't have to worry about the hurt that comes with the realization of loss and the fact that... The horrible fact that you are never going to hear that person , laugh again ,Speak , smile , tell you everything will be okay, remedy any sort of pain you'd be in ,and most of all tell you how much they love and cherish you unconditionall

I laid there, staring blankly at the ceiling. I tried… Oh God.. I tried not to remember. But the memories kept flooding in as I laid there fading in and out of consciousness, but the memories kept flooding in as the door to that horrible past was ripped open,soon enough the tears started falling,they came slowly at first, one tear drop at a time,till i was a sobbing mess,I pressed my hands against my mouth to try and quieten the noises I made but I couldn't, I placed a hand over my belly, trying to even out my breathing. My child didn't deserve to feel the chaos inside me.

Then I turn to run back, to do more, to help whoever I can, and that’s when I hear it, a sound that freezes the air, a gasp of deep sorrow, torn from the depths of someone’s soul. It comes from Mother’s door. And I remember too late, that there is someone who grieves her more than any of us ever could. My heart stops. I move before I can think, legs carrying me down the hall. How could I forget, there’s someone who would be grieving more. I push the door open.

I knocked on the door desperately. “Please open the door!” Silence answered me. I knocked again. “Theo!” My voice cracked. “Please… don’t leave me here.” But his footsteps outside were already moving away. Slow. Steady. Each step sounded farther than the last. Until I couldn’t hear them anymore. My hands slowly slid down the door. Tears began to fall from my eyes. Why did everything feel like this? Why did my chest hurt so much? I turned away from the door and slowly walked into the room.

Will my mates also turn their backs on me? Overwhelmed by sorrow, I hastily seek solace in a nearby bathroom. With a sense of relief, I shut the door behind me and collapse onto the floor, allowing my emotions to pour out in a flood of tears. The overwhelming sense of inadequacy and the fear of losing the support of my mates intensify my anguish, leaving me feeling utterly helpless.

History has always failed to keep them down and make it acceptable for our kind to walk free. I’m distracted by a gentle knock on my bedroom door and I tune in, coming back to reality and that familiar pang of heartache; my body slumped because my life feels like it’s ebbing away tonight. I sense Meadow outside my door and taste her own deep and uncontrollable sadness even from this distance.

I was a perfect reflection of a soul in mourning, a testament to the devastation that losing a close friend can leave behind. A knock on my door shattered the suffocating silence of my grief. I flinched, the sound a sharp intrusion into my world of sorrow. It came again, more insistent at that moment, but I willed myself to ignore it. I walked back to my bed, burying my head in the pillow, I sought refuge in the familiar ache of mourning. Yet, the knocking persisted but I ignored it again. Just as I resigned myself to another wave of tears, the door creaked open. I froze, my eyes widening in disbelief. Standing in the doorway was Richard's father, his face etched with a sorrow that mirrored

Drop the smiles you've been disguising as they suddenly cover up traces of unknown sadness that rubs you off of your happiness, with a tear running down your cheek, and the whispers in your head saying; "I can't do this anymore." My moment for that season had just begun. And I knew that this time, there was no turning back. I moved my gaze in frustration, as if tired of everything my eyes came in contact with nearly dissolving in tears, frozen in deep haunting thoughts when suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. The slam of the door came like punctuation. Before it a little bit of hope had still existed, and after it, it vanished completely w

Especially after losing a huge part of your memory, there will always be a question left in mind. My knees dropped into the cold floor of our house as soon as I realized what happened. My father embraced death just the day before my birthday. I couldn’t scream; I couldn’t move; I couldn’t do anything else but mourn for my loss. I’ve fallen into an abyss of sadness, staring at the little fire of the candle minutes away from my birthday. The dark house feels like my soul; it's dark and hollow. With a tiny single bulb that was standing, providing light for me, I heard a knock on my door together with the ticking of the clock’s hand. It's midnight.

The dread. The sadness. And the sorrow. It all swam in her dark eyes that looked a lot like mine, a dark gloomy contrast to the reassuring smile she was trying to give. And just like that, she was gone, away from my grasp. The next thing I heard was the sound of the door unclicking and boom, there was a sickening crash of glass shattering into pieces.