Dying Inside Meme Novels & Stories

Laughing until our sides hurt. Waking up next to him every morning. A future. A life. A forever with him by my side. “How did it come to this?” I choked out, slamming a fist weakly against the floor. “How the hell am I alone in a supply closet—dying?! At twenty-fucking-five?!” My voice cracked into a scream. “I don’t want to die!” I curled in on myself. “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t—”

Not long after, they were sentenced—gone forever, never seeing daylight again. Katherine's weak heart finally gave out when she heard the news. She dropped dead on the spot. Joffrey and Mateo would never know the truth. I had never died. And I would never forgive them.

Between the current and the stones, anyone going in would be unrecognizable. I had not even reached the river when Mom called. "Zendaya, what on earth is going on? The internet is blowing up right now. Everyone's saying Lily killed herself and that you drove her to it. I know you're not like that; there must be some misunderstanding. Your father and I can drive over right now to back you up!" Hearing Mom's voice, my nose tingled, and tears rolled down my cheeks. In my past life, no one believed me.

The intern was so frightened by Damine's terrifying expression that he momentarily forgot to answer. I watched quietly from my position above and said quietly. "Because the original one was gone, of course, silly." Damine seemed to realize this fact simultaneously. A bizarre and terrifying thought crashed into his mind, stealing his breath. No... that's impossible... "No... it can't be..." he stammered, staggering forward as his legs gave out and collapsing beside my body. His fingers brushed against my cold, lifeless hand, and a choked sob escaped his throat. With every ounce of strength he possessed, he managed to point a trembling finger at my face—already decomposing after days in the mu

Greetings, If you're reading this, I'm dead. So yeah, I am now eliminated from this show. I just want to prove to my mother that I will become rich someday and I will buy her a new house since we have been living on the streets for so many years. I thought that this show would solve my financial problem permanently since it was thirty million dollars and made my life easier. But in case I died, I'm begging you, can you please buy her a house? It's my dying wish. I just want to make her happy one last time, even though I might die in the future. Sincerely,

Joseph said gravely. I swallowed a painkiller to keep myself conscious. Just then, Mom texted me. "Your father's death anniversary is coming up soon. I don't want to see you these few days. Don't come home." I couldn't help but laugh. I was always such a sinful person. They'd probably be happy when I died. Later, Chloe somehow found out about my condition. That day was my birthday, and she came to my room with a malicious smile on her face. "You have Wolf Soul Deterioration, don't you? Are you planning to tell them? Just wait and see. I'll make everyone hate you!"

My coworker, Tyra Robb, stood beside my desk with one hand on her belly, her voice low. "Stella, there are some boxes in storage. Come help me move them." Last time, I gave in and went with her. Half an hour later, she collapsed in the fire stairwell, blood all over the floor. When she woke up, she pointed at me through tears. "Stella made me move those boxes. She even pushed me." I got fired, sued, and lost everything. My dad died. My mom lost her mind. And I ended up on the roof of the office building. Only after I died did I learn she'd been stringing along eight guys at once. Given Tyra's history of multiple miscarriages, the baby never stood a chance anyway. This time, I didn't

Vaughn add, turning off the gas. I take slow sips from my coffee, my eyes fixed on my phone which I'm slowly swiping through. “I already told you that I'm too young to die. And food poisoning is not going to kill me. Take that poison away. Please, thank you.” I plead with him this time with a dying need in my voice.

Is this what dying feels like? ~~~ AN: Does it ever drive you crazy... just how fast the night changes... (ʘᗩʘ')

Rihanna’s POV Fuck...fuck...fuck... I'm dead...I'm dead...I'M SO FUCKING DEAD!! I pressed my back harder into the mirrored wall, trying to convince my lungs that breathing was still a legal activity. It was not going well. My chest felt tight, my hands were shaking, and my brain had officially left the building without filing a fucking resignation letter. "I can’t believe this... I cant believe I'm going to die like this" I whispered to myself, fear consuming every part of my body.