As I Lay Dying Novels & Stories

The pain in my neck was gone. I realized I could fly. My body floated through the air as light as a cloud. Drifting upward, I looked down. Below the balcony, a boy in a blue winter coat hung from a strand of bunting. His body was swaying gently in the freezing wind. His face was a bruised purple, and his wide eyes were staring blankly into the distance. Why did he look exactly like me? That was when it hit me. I was dead.

Over the three days I'd been in the ICU, Blaire had sent me dozens of messages. Blaire: [Jim, please, just five thousand dollars. You can't let Dustin, who's dying of a terminal illness, get kicked out of the hospital and left to die, can you?] Blaire: [I admit I said a lot of cruel things on the phone last time. If you're willing to lend Dustin the money, I'll apologize.] When I didn't respond, her tone turned vicious. Blaire: [Jim, remember what you said when you got down on one knee? That you'd treat me well for life and never let me suffer? What a joke. Your word is worthless. I regret marrying you more every day.]

Rai looked down at me and sighed. "I love you Sebastian and I hate that you won't love me back," he growled forcefully in a deep tense unfamiliar voice. He cursed, pulling himself out of my ass and leaving me lying there with my mouth hanging open. I felt his numerous releases pouring out of me and I held myself feeling cold and alone. I then felt anger at feeling used. The black wispy tendrils spread out from my naked body and my eyes glowed in the room reflecting off the cream colored walls. I sensed Rai in an upstairs bathroom and could see his impressive reaper tattoo that covered the entire back of his body. I studied each detail, finding it oddly unique for Death and Rai could feel my

Ang notebook na naglalaman ng lahat ng list niya at mga kwentong nangyari sa kan'ya. Binuksan kong muli ang notebook na binigay n'ya at muling binasa ang mga laman nito. "DIARY OF THE DYING" Living My Final Days with a Grateful Heart Muli akong napaluha ng mabasa ang unang pahina nito. Bakit sa dinami-dami ng tao sa mundo, s'ya pa ang dinapuan ng sakit na 'yon at kung bakit s'ya agad ang kinuha. Ang daming masasamang nilalang na hindi na nararapat pang mabuhay pero bakit kung sino pa ang maraming pangarap at dapat pagkalooban nito ay sila pa ang pinagkaitan.

"Logan, don't use your health as an excuse. As long as you're still breathing, you have to carry my dad's coffin. Otherwise, we're done." I forced myself through the funeral despite my unstable condition. In the end, I collapsed at the cemetery. She only looked at me coldly. "Useless." I woke up later drenched by rain. The cemetery was already empty. After that, I stayed in the hospital for a long time. By the time I recovered and went to find her again, she was already very close with her so-called 'guy best friend.' … During the drive, she kept her head lowered, crying the entire way.

Father and Mother followed him to the basement door. Leo pushed it open. A rush of frigid metallic air mixed with the stench of blood scorched by silver hit them. In the darkness,an unnaturally pale body lay in a pool of dried, blackened blood,its eyes not fully closed. Leo stopped short. “Bella…?”

The memory burning. “I wish you'd just died that day when you were ten. I wish they never revived you.” And then there was what Daniela had said when she agreed to go out with him. "Adrian, you passed my test. Now I believe you're really over that deaf girl. You and me. A date." Every single sentence felt like a needle piercing straight through his chest, and the pain was bone-deep. Adrian's vision went dark, and his mind suddenly jumped to that day at the mall.

~Lyra~ You think I died, folks? Oh, come on, baby. Seriously? It’s me. Lyra. I’m right here. I’m alive, I’m breathing, and yes, I’m still talking too much because I would actually go insane if I stayed quiet for even a minute.

Everything goes blurry when I hear the last words they say to me before walking out. “He did not make it. We tried the best we can.” My world is falling. I have no purpose to be here anymore. I want to die. I want the world to just open up and swallow me alive. I look at him laying there lifeless and I have no reason to live again. Why does this keep happening to me?

“If she is not mine, then I don’t want this life.” I open the bottle completely and pour out the tablets. Taking the glass of water from the table, I bring them all to my lips. The bitterness coats my tongue as I swallow every last one. No hesitation. No regrets. Only the desperate wish that by tomorrow, I will no longer exist in this cruel world. I return to the bed, lying down slowly. My body feels heavy, weaker with every passing moment. My vision blurs as I stare at the ceiling, waiting… waiting for death to come and end this agony. At last, I will be at peace.