Death In Me Novels & Stories

Maybe this was it for me. Death. Maybe this was peace.

Maybe even…dead. ***

"If you don't get here, you can come collect my body..." Before I could finish, a sharp pain shot through my hand. The phone was kicked out of my grip, and it skidded across the floor. I watched the screen splinter, flash white, and then go completely dark. Almost at the same moment the phone died, the familiar agony slammed through my skull. Last time, that pain had gone on for hours before I finally gave up and died. I started seizing. I curled on the floor, jerking helplessly, stripped of any last shred of dignity.

The day I die Will be The greatest night When I’m free I’ve tried to stay alive But I feel dead inside And you cant stop the actions that I speak Follow me on tik tok for spoilers and updates https://www.tiktok.com/@dragonladydavis?_t=8Wg4MiRTlyY&_r=1

"This isn't some video game, it's real, real life. ‎ ‎ I nodded slowly. I knew that, what more could convince me otherwise? ‎ ‎ "If we want to survive, we have to do everything we can, otherwise we're better off dead. ‎ ‎ "But if you don't get out of here, you will truly be dead, can't you see that? Chry, let's find another hiding spot." I stretched my hands a little and slowly pulled away the plank, then I poked my head out and scoured the environment.

"Ms. Griffin, are you the one who scheduled the death care service?" I nodded and pointed weakly at a cardboard box nearby. "After I pass away, please play everything in this box at my funeral." After I finished speaking, my hand dropped to my side. I heard the man sigh beside me. "Ms. Griffin, you've been through a lot in this life. Leave the rest to me."

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

Death. Everyone was about to die.

Amy said as she got up. She extended her hand, and Jane handed her the tablet again. She stared at the picture of Mr. J again and touched it gently. “His death is approaching nearer..."

"nique-" A warm sensation embraced my body. A heard a voice in the distance. Ahh... So this is death huh....... I thought it would be worse... But this is actually quite nice... "minique, wake up!" The voice was getting closer, I also heard steps approaching. Death... Is that you? Are you coming for my soul?... Well, I guess it was nice while it lasted... Time to be part of the eternal nothingness of space... Man... Who would think that death would sound like a little girl... The universe sure is weird...