You Call For Help But Nobody Came Novels & Stories

There was a signal. My hands trembled as I dialed my number. My mother could be with her phone. I couldn’t call 911 realizing I didn’t know where I was, but I could let my mum know I was all right. I called my number, waiting for someone to answer. But after several rings, there was no answer. I remembered Mattias had another phone, so I dialed his other number. I waited again for a response, but still, there was nothing. Feeling helpless at this point, I decided to call 911.

No one cared to help me. I really hope some good person who still knows humanity exists calls the cops and tells them what is happening. Someone has to have noticed right?

Don't do this to me please I've got no one to call. I grabbed my shirt as the cramp ripped through me. I slowly crawled to the desk on both hands and knees. The floor felt damn cold. I tried grabbing my phone and when I did I called every single person that could be of help to me. Riley Liana Every single person but no one picked up... I could feel my face turning white slowly. My heart thumped fast, the only name I fought not to say with my lips. I had blocked it earlier. Ryder Brooks.

My mother’s absence felt like abandonment, like the floor had been pulled out from under me. I pulled my phone out with shaking hands and turned it on. The first thing I did was call Nicholas. He would know what to do. He always knew what to do when my world tilted but the call didn’t go through. I tried again and again. By the fourth attempt, the message popped up in cold, merciless letters: Service Unavailable.

Completely dead. "No, no, no!" I push myself up and rush to the door, my eyes darting around the hallway as I knock on the nearest apartment door. “Please! I need help. Please, someone help me!” There’s no response. I bang harder, my fist pounding on the door. “Please, just help! She’s dying!” Finally, the door creaks open, just slightly, and I can barely make out James, one of my apathetic apartment mates, peering out with an annoyed expression.

But it, too, went unanswered. Then Caleb. No answer. No one was picking up. Where the hell was everybody?

I could hear them stalking closer, their movements methodical and unhurried, as if they were enjoying the game. My hands shook as I fumbled with my phone, dialing number after number. I tried calling everyone I could think of—Victor, Zara, Elizabeth, Jennie, even Damon—but every call went straight to voicemail. My heart sank with each failed attempt. "Please, someone answer," I whispered desperately, but there was only silence on the other end.

He helped pull me up and when he saw that i did not have the power to walk on my own, he picked me up and carried me to Ming's room. "Thank you." I said again genuinely this time "could you help me call her? I need to know if she is okay." " Why? did something happen?" " Just call her please. I'm out of battery." I said after checking my phone. He did as i asked but got no response from the other end. "Try again." I encouraged. I did not want him to hear the fear in my voice or the quivering of my hands and legs so I tried my best to look straight, while silently praying for my friends to be alright.

But there was no response. At least not the one I was waiting for. "I can help you."