All Chapters of Alpha Went Crazy After I Died: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I returned to my room, locked the door behind me, then took out my journal from the drawer and turned to the newest page.The final page. When I began to write, I suddenly found it difficult.All thoughts in my mind scattered again, like a jumbled code impossible to decipher.My abdomen, head, and heart all felt as though they were being carved open with a knife.Suddenly I felt so cold, a chill emanating from my very bones.My hand trembled as I held the pen, but I still wrote each stroke carefully.August 25, 20XXToday is our wedding anniversary.Derek cooked for me and decorated our home.He was planning to take me to the island resort.Before the celebration could begin, Sarah called.Derek went to find Sarah.He abandoned me.I will never make it to the island now.Goodbye, Derek.Tears fell, blurring the ink on the paper.Yet I felt no sadness at all—the falling tears were brought on by physical pain.I lived on love.The love of others and my own love. Because no one loved me,

Derek arrived at the coastal retreat where Willow had died, but her ashes had already been scattered into the sea.He was greeted by Willow's caretaker, a young woman whose attitude toward him was cold. In Willow's room, she handed him three notebooks."These are Ms. Dawson's journals and some other records," she said.The woman paused, then added, "Sister Willow originally asked me to burn them, but I thought Mr. Blackwood should see them."As she left, she gave Derek one last look, her eyes unable to hide their iciness.Derek sat quietly in the room all afternoon.The afternoon sunlight filtered through the window lattice, filling the room with warmth, yet sitting there, he felt a choking sensation as if someone were squeezing his throat.It wasn't until midnight that he opened Willow's journal.All those details he had deliberately ignored, the tears and blood hidden in the shadows, all the suffering she had swallowed alone—thread by thread, they wove into a sharp net, slicing his h

August 25, 2025.I was supposed to die on this day, but Echo wouldn't let me.The sleeping pills were already dissolving in my stomach, their numbing effect beginning to spread through my limbs. My eyelids grew heavy, the edges of my vision darkening. Soon, I thought, soon it would all be over.But Echo wouldn't have it.She kept meowing, kept crying, so loud. Her desperate cries pierced through the fog settling over my mind.Too noisy for me to sleep."Shhh," I whispered, my tongue already feeling thick. "It's okay, Echo."But she wouldn't stop. She clawed at the bedroom door frantically, her paws creating scratch marks on the polished wood. Her cries grew more frantic, more desperate.Making me irritated."Echo, please," I begged, my voice sounding distant even to my own ears. "Just let me go."Her howls only intensified, the sound reverberating through my skull. Each cry felt like a hook pulling me back from the edge of oblivion.Making me... unable to bear it anymore.With my last

I stopped going to the hospital for treatment. The doctors called several times, leaving voicemails filled with medical terms and concern."Ms. Dawson, we strongly advise you to reconsider. There are experimental treatments that could—"I deleted them all. Treatment would only prolong my suffering, stretching out the painful days even longer. What was the point? To gain a few more weeks of agony?"No more hospitals," I told Lily firmly when she suggested a checkup. "No more needles, no more pitying looks."She didn't argue. She just nodded and helped me take my pills.I survived on painkillers and sleeping pills. The orange prescription bottles lined my nightstand like tiny soldiers, my only defense against the constant pain. Some days, I took more than the recommended dose, just to make it through another hour.Growing thinner day by day. My clothes hung from my frame like they belonged to someone else. My wrist bones jutted out, sharp and alien."You should try to eat something," Lil

When Lily opened the door, a tall, thin figure was already standing outside the yard.It was Willow's mate.She wasn't sure when he had arrived, but a layer of frost had settled on him. When he saw her, he forced a stiff smile, like a wind-up doll."Miss Carter.""Would you please take me to the places she used to visit?"Lily didn't respond.She didn't like this man.Sister Willow had always been secretive about her marriage. Lily could only piece together bits about her relationship through indirect questions.Of course she was curious.One day, while cleaning Willow's room, she accidentally knocked a book off the table.A notebook fell down, lying open.She admitted to herself that her curiosity got the better of her, and while bending down to pick it up, she glanced at the contents.The diary she had knocked over.It was Willow's journal of unrequited love.Derek's name covered most of the pages.In her early twenties, with a vivid imagination, she combined what Sister Willow had t