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I would need to take a bath to wash his blood out. I took my time as I cut off his arms next leaving him hemorrhaging as he bled out in unimaginable pain. "You don't deserve a painless or quick death. And you don't deserve to even be a snack for me. You're carcass I will throw out to the crowd for the vultures to feed upon." I glared at him as I cut his torso in half and then removed his head with a final swing. His death cries softly fading out as they echoed through the stone walls.

I will die but won't tell them to stop ever. Again they continued but now with the metal rods...my whole body was on fire but I won't tell them to stop...ever...even if I die...soon a man came with a knife and like I was a fucking canvas, started drawing with it on me...she is crying silently now, her screams have died...every now and then she kept begging me to tell them to stop, but I won't, I won't let her feel a single pain, soon aman and gang will be here. just some more time but my body is leaving my side...and I know I was dying, my eyes were closing but my angel's face was in front of my eyes, even if I die now, I will be the happiest man alive , and I let the darkness take over.

I loved them they betrayed me,Felix I done everything for him I guess we are not meant to be together They broke me and now killing me,all because of love,they will pay for this,I will make them pay But am dying what can I do am gone already pim pim pim pim my conscious is slipping and am gone just like that I know am gone I can feel it am gone darkness consume me I can hear noises"gosh it annoying,can't they just keep quite" "Aren't i died or did I survive the noise is annoyingshut up" I screamed and opened my eye the scene before me left me dumbfounded "Am....back ,am really back...." T b c

I decisively walked into a hair salon and asked the hairdresser, Tony Green, to shave all of my hair off. Tony immediately had a look of understanding on his face as he tried to gently talk me out of it. "Miss, there are plenty of fish in the sea. You don't have to do this to yourself just because of a man. It's not worth it." I chuckled and told him the truth. "I can’t help feeling that my long hair is adding to the heat. It's going to be very inconvenient during the apocalypse." Tony just assumed that I was talking nonsense. Ultimately, he sighed in exasperation before shaving my hair off and giving me a buzz cut.

My hands started strumming whatever melody he wanted me to play before the lyrics started spilling from my mouth. I'm sorry to say, but today is your death day The air is thick with rot and decay Your blood will paint the cold, cracked floor Dripping like echoes from the hands before Whispers crawl from the cracks in the wall Laughter distorts a sickening call The lights flicker, the shadows Bend This isn't a dream; this is the end Run, run, but your feet won't move The darkness wraps its chains around you A sick grin forms in the blackest shade Time runs out and so will your veins

As she watched his presentation on stage, she humiliated me by teasing me like I was her pet. I simply sat quietly at her side, not leaving no matter what she said. Halfway through the show, the glass ceiling suddenly collapsed. I promptly threw myself on top of Mila, protecting her and letting the glass tear through my body. However, she shoved me away and ran toward Julian, who was unscathed. No one else noticed me even after the entire hall was cleared out, and I welcomed my ninety-ninth death with a glass shard in my heart. Thank goodness. One more resurrection and one more death, and I could bring Yvie back to live.

I buried the thoughts of the man who used to look at me like I held galaxies in my eyes being the same man who looked at me like I was the second worst thing after death. "What do you want me to say to that?" I managed to say, lifting my eyes to meet his. He was leaning back, a glass of wine dangling elegantly on his fingers, his eyes cold. His eyes held mine, and he let out a small sigh before turning away. "It was ten years ago," I said, pushing my hair back. "Forgetting might be the act of the brave by now." He laughed. Not a chuckle. Not a smirk. A deep, dark laugh that spoke more of danger than humor, one that made fear run down my spine.

I am dead…. ****

I'd rather die Than give up the fight

I whispered to myself The night has come when we recreate the story and the myth is all we have Think again about your actions, and let me take you to your grave, I have a lot to do, but the world won't let me free it has come to an ending, when everyone dies and rest forever in my hand, the count down start now and will continue till you all die.........let me through the dark and the music will take you to your destination “Guys turn it off” I panicked “Victoria are you okay” “Turn it off” I yelled I couldn’t feel my body, I wasn’t able to move, it was like my body was freezing, and exhaling and inhaling air became a bit hard for me.