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Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.

That little bitch! God she was so impolite, rude, and she carried herself like she co-founded KB TECH. With my big oversized loose t-shirt, I sit in front of my TV, watching The Walking Dead. Today's my day off and I likely don't have anywhere else to go either. I'm bored, angry, pissed, and worst case scenario, horny. Yup, I'm horny.

"Hey! Gimme!!" "No!" "Gimme!" "No!" "Damien!" "You've eaten enough for the day!" "No! I want more!" "No!" "Please!" "Shut up!" Ashleigh gasped dramatically. "Did you just tell me to shut up?" "Yeah I did," he smiled warmly. "So shut up." Ashleigh rolled her eyes then grabbed the bowl of popcorn from him. "Thanks again for Movie Monday, I really needed this break." "You've been studying really hard for these exams and we haven't had time for us so I thought why not."

She eventually dropped out of school and died of depression. Meanwhile, the true culprit, Owen, took my place and became the youngest professor in the university. My wife, Bertha, completely ignored our daughter, obsessed only with her first love, Owen. A week had passed before our neighbors noticed the stench of Leah's dead body. Thinking of it now, I felt as though my heart were bleeding. How could Bertha treat Leah, the daughter I cherished so much, that way? The two of them leaned against each other. Bertha was still trying to persuade, even threaten, me.

I leaned on a wall closest to me and doubled over, my bat dropping to the ground in a clatter. ‎ ‎Mother's smile. Father's skull. Khloe's limbs. They wouldn't stop coming like camera flashes.. ‎ ‎Hardly managing, I forced up a glitchy hand and tried to count. ‎ ‎ ‎Five minutes... ‎ ‎The episode only lasted for five minutes before my mind calmed. ‎ ‎ ‎As my heart flooded to the roof of my throat, I reached into the pockets of my jacket desperately. ‎ ‎"My medicine.. I need.. I need to find my medicine.."

I will end up like them. And, yes, there is a term: you attract what you fear. When the murder scene in the film is captured directly by the eyes as clearly as this, the purpose of life suddenly becomes blurred. Any step is passed under the silence of the sloping road, while the heart continues to beat against the speed. Sick. Arthemisya was right. Tiger Letto was sick. Mentally ill. My arms had been crossed since earlier, stroking my white, oversized, thin-collar. If I'm not mistaken, there's a bus stop across the intersection. My brain remembers going to the old house if I take the underground route. Yes, I have to get off at the station.

I fell unconscious for minutes that seemed like eternity but Asher didn't care about me, but his baby who his mistress was carrying. “Barren” The word still echoed in my mind even when I tried to shake it off, he saw me as someone who's barren, he called me a BARREN WOMAN. I had never known Asher was so desperate to get a child. We never talked about it the hard way, we were never bothered by it but I was wrong, I was only being kept in the dark.

But no matter how hard I tried, I found myself rooted to the spot, unable to step away from Charles. So there I sat, helpless and frustrated, forced to witness their intimate moment unfold right in front of me. * I waited until I couldn't feel anything anymore. Until the numbness set in, and they finally stopped kissing and let my poor eyes rest. Charles's phone rang, breaking the silence. I glanced at the screen and saw the caller ID—it was one of my students. Instantly, worry gnawed at me. What would happen to them now that I was dead? What about their half-finished graduation projects? Who would help them?

Sarah Boredom seeps into my bones as I mindlessly scroll through F******k. Vincent has been busy, and when he came home, he went straight to sleep. He hadn't been pouncing on me, and I should be relieved, but...I am almost disappointed. Ugh! Something is definitely wrong with me! F******k is doing nothing to cure my boredom, either. Nothing but washed-up high school friends posting selfies of their perfect lives and humblebrags of their latest vacations makes me want to hurl the phone across the room.

he said roughly with a frown. "I'm Sebastian, I didn't realize that I was in my Death mode and I haven't eaten all day," I replied and he grunted as he stood and grabbed a plate of pineapple with spam slices. He handed me the plate and I nodded my head in thanks as I quickly devoured the meager meal. "So tell me Sebastian, what caused you to become a shadow apparition," he asked, handing me a bottle of paniolo Hawaiian whiskey. "You've dealt with Death before, thanks for the paniolo," I mumbled and he grinned slightly.