You Call For Help But Nobody Came Novels & Stories

I needed help. I left the house and knocked on the neighbor’s door, then the one beside it. One opened. “I need help,” I said quickly. “Someone collapsed. I can’t reach emergency services. There’s no car.” The old woman inside looked at me with worry. “Dear, it’s the typhoon. The taxis aren’t running. No one wants to drive now.” I stood there, frozen. The wind howled behind me. No one? Not one person? “I—I have to find someone,” I said, stepping back.

The tears came easily too. “I didn’t know who else to call,” I whispered shakily. “I need your help.”

her voice comes again, “please, I need your help” Her voice comes like a plea, like she is begging me to come for her. “Odette?” But no answer again, I call onto her a few more times but she still does not answer. “Fuck this!!” Pulling my body out of the chair, I grab my BMW keys before rushing out of the house. I didn’t have her brother’s number so I had to go to the company. Luckily it’s just a few minutes drive and by the time I get there, Jayden is about to leave”

I was moving gradually, step-by-step, certain we would make it since Frankenstein was still alive. “Somebody help.” I yelled, but my shouting was only a whisper. Even I couldn’t hear myself. It was a waste of time. Someone had to find us to help us. Just then, someone ran in and spotted us. I really couldn’t see clearly but the face was familiar. “Help.” I called out. The person did not move. The person just remained still, staring back at me. “Go… get… help!” I struggled with the words. The person still didn’t move. What the hell was wrong with this person? Couldn’t he or she see the danger?

And how could I get help if I couldn't even stand up? I tried to think back to what had happened, but my memory was fuzzy. All I could remember was the brick flying towards me and then everything going black. As I lay there, trying to gather my thoughts, I heard a noise. It sounded like someone was coming down the alley, their footsteps echoing off the walls. I tried to call out again, but still, no sound came out. The footsteps were getting closer, and I started to feel a sense of dread. Who was coming? And what did they want with me? Just as I was about to give in to panic, a voice rang out, clear and strong. "I'm here to help you," it assured.

Panic seizes me when I realize what’s about to happen. “No! Let me go! Stop, please! Someone help me! Someone, help! HELP!” My voice echoes around the empty streets. Asher isn’t fazed. He watches calmly as I’m pushed into the vehicle. I know there are people in the area. It’s impossible for nobody to hear my desperate pleas. I can see them peeking through window cracks to witness what’s happening to me, but not a single one intervenes. Nobody is willing to stick out their neck and get involved.

Alex was struggling to stay alive. “Alex!” I screamed in agony as tears streamed down my face. There was no one around to help. Who do I call? I thought.

I pleaded, tears welling in my eyes, but she didn't respond. Desperation clawed at my chest, its oppressive weight bearing down as I pleaded for assistance, my voice echoing through the dense woods. "Help! Someone, please help!" Each word carried the raw, unbridled urgency of the situation, resonating with the darkness closing in around us. But the forest remained unforgivingly silent, as if holding its secrets close. There was no immediate response, no saviors emerging from the shadows. Our cries seemed to disappear into the wilderness, swallowed by the night.

So when they'd wanted to meet me on more than a few occasions I'd happily declined. "You don't get to cry about her now! You don't get to be here! You don't get to care!" I shout at the two monsters as tears stream down my face. Aunty Maggie tries to calm me down but I take my phone and run as far as my legs could take me. I don't even realize I'm still in pajamas and I'm not wearing shoes. I just want to not be there. I then call the only person alive who cares about me as soon as I feel that I'm far enough. He gets to me in no time and I feel thankful that I have him in my life.

I say, and he steps back, allowing me to exit the car. Seeing the extent of the tire damage, I realize there is nothing I can do at the moment, so I sink back into the car and attempt to call my father. I call his number several times, but he never answers. I try to call my husband and my best friend, but neither of them pick up. Where is everyone when I need them?" I grumble. “Ma’am, are you okay?” The guy asks, and I look up to see his face through his delivery cap.