That Time When I Was Alone
TW: Sad topics, signs of autophobia (fear of being alone)0
It was halfway through the night when I suddenly woke up. I felt exhausted, too tired to do anything. I sat up on my bed, and strained my eyes to see the time on the clock. I couldn't see it in this pitch black room. Suddenly, moonlight flood into the place and I was able to read the time clearly. 12:05. Five minutes after midnight. The light left the room as quickly as it came. Darkness ruled over my life once more. I lay back on my bed, staring at the ceiling.
The only thing I could hear was my heartbeat, I couldn't hear anything else. It was unnerving. Where were the voices of the people I knew, who always talked throughout the night? Why couldn't I hear the laughter and the music? What was going on? Slowly, I got out of bed. Everything was hurting and I was feeling a bit dizzy. I used the walls to guide me to the landing, where I opened the doors to all the other rooms. As I expected, they were empty. That was normal, no one went to their rooms unless it was for sleep.
The plan was to go down the stairs and into the sitting room. I knew for a fact that no one would be in any other rooms at this time of the night. I tripped on the steps more than once and if I wasn't holding on to the railings, I would've been injured for sure. I crept down the stairs and opened the sitting room door.
Empty. Everything was dark and it was pindrop silent. Tears started to fill my eyes. Where were they? Why did they leave me? Where did my family go without telling me?.. my legs gave out and I collapsed on the floor. I didn't notice, I was still in shock. They left me. All alone. Inside this lonely place. I couldn't breathe, more and more thoughts and memories were flooding into my mind, it felt like I wasn't breathing. I was struggling to breathe.
Everything was getting blurry as more and more tears filled my eyes. Some were already rolling down my face. I squeezed my eyes shut and curled up against the wall. It was happening again. My heart wouldn't stop aching, just like that time from before.. hah.. all I ever knew back then was chaos, but at least there was a sign of life in the house. Now there was nothing except me and the house.
I shivered. It was turning really cold and I felt too weak to go back to my room. And so I stayed there, tears running down my face and curled up into a ball. It was like a nightmare that came to life. I was truly.. alone...
Then, everything went black. The last thing I remember thinking was "I hope that in the morning, they'll come back to me..."
Author's Note: Hey guys! I hope you're all doing well today. I apologise for not posting in so long, school and life have both been extremely busy as always. I first wrote this short story as the start of a poem but I couldn't put the words I wanted into it, so then I turned it into a story. I don't think there will be a second part of this (sorry if you were looking for one!) But I might write other stories like this one but with different plots and storylines. Anyways, I hope you liked the story and feel free to give me some feedback (in a nice manner please, I really don't want negative energy in the comments section-) because this is my first time writing in this style. I hope you all have a nice day and see you next time!
