Desperation In Death Novels & Stories

I said then also sat not far from her. I really lost hope and I didn't see any strange creatures inside this remote place. "How can I do it now, it's so dirty and there's no food! There's no signal either because I've been lowbating for a while!" Psyche said, then she started to cry, just no.What about me when I don't really have any clothes on? That girl can react badly. "Just accept that I'm going to die here, the only bad thing is that I can't accept that you die with me." I said then I suddenly threw the rock I was holding far away.

His gaze was cruel as he looked at the housekeeper holding a phone, preparing to call the police. With a swift motion, he drove the surgical knife into his own chest. He knelt on the ground, his gaze on his wedding band. “I’ll join you soon Giselle. We’ll be together again. This time, I’ll never betray you.” After taking his last breath, my soul felt lighter than ever. I drifted upwards, slowly, until a beam of golden light flashed in front of my eyes. And then I was gone.

The only difference is that this isn't a bomb attack, but an ancient war demon's hand's work. Blood filled the whole desert floor, while some lucky survivors were screaming in pain. The top of the tunnel exit I was standing on gave me a clear view of my surroundings. The whining and anguished cries of the civilians echo throughout my ears. More tears slipped down my face, guilt-filled my heart, and I could feel the sadness in Reed's heart.

He killed Mom and other women, lots of them, and I was just about to join the list. So many reasons why he deserves to die, but something gnarls in my chest. His eyes. More than just shock—it was as if he was drowning. I know because it’s a familiar look that comes with anguish. What kind of desperation was he going through? These stupid thoughts are what have me turning back and moving towards him. I should check if he’s still alive. Right? I tiptoe towards him and crouch down. My head is spinning at how terrible this decision is, but my hands still stretch out slowly to touch him.

This feeling of helplessness made people feel extremely desperate. Unable to hold back, she felt a little depressed... If no matter how she struggled, it would be useless... an indescribable feeling of despair filled her heart, and gradually spread throughout her body. Closing her eyes, her clenched hands let go in despair. She observed, placed them on Midge's face again, and said each word clearly: "Midge, are you sure that this time if I do as you say, you will give me the backup and promise not to reveal it to anyone?"

Jessica turned her head and saw herself lying motionless on the ground, without the faintest sign of breath. "I… am dead?" A deep chill ran through her. Without warning, the figures around her began to fade. One by one, they vanished from her sight. The world sank into darkness, without even a trace of light. Despair swallowed her whole. Terror seized her. Fear hollowed her out. She cried out, "Don't go… Wah!" It changed nothing. In that state, moments stretched into years. Jessica felt cold, despair, and agony. She shivered. She had never known suffering like this. Any nightmare she had imagined fell far short of what she felt now.

“You know why we’re here, Marcus. I asked you a thing before I dropped you here in your misery.” This place has that kind of power that makes anyone who enters it become possessed with an untold amount of misery and sorrow and despair. “I told you already: I don’t know!” A sob tore from his throat, tears leaking from his angry eyes. Whether it was because of the dreadful cold or from this interrogation or just from the plain sight of seeing me, I don’t know. I can’t determine the source of his anger. Or perhaps I don’t need to. Despair often breeds the kind of anger without the need for something or someone to be angry at.

I said, feeling both annoyed and bitter at the same time. "You think I'm doing this because I would love to get married and leave you here in this poverty?" I said, my voice hard. "You think I would want to get married to someone who almost killed my sister, when I should be jabbing at his lungs for almost taking you away from me?" I sniffed and continued. "Cynthia, come to think of it. If I didn't do this, what other way is there to help mum and bring her back to life? "She's been in that condition for eight goddamn years", I thundered, stressing 'months'.

My fingernails that used to flip musical scores were all broken. I clenched my teeth and used all my might to strangle the old man. However, I got slapped in return. He stepped on my abdomen and beat me with all he had. He cursed me for being disobedient and invited all the other single men in the village to his place. I was terrified and cursed them all to burn in hell. Days passed as my attempts to kill myself failed continuously. I was slowly going insane. Finally, my bodyguard appeared. He always looked so serious.

His bloodshot eyes burned with desperation as he hissed, "Odessa, do you even realize what you're saying? How do you expect to survive without me? Have you ever stopped to think about that?" Tears welled in Odessa's eyes, dampening her long lashes. The sorrow in her gaze surged like a rising tide, threatening to drown everything. She leaned in, voice barely above a whisper. "I told you… I've already died. I only have five days left."