Dying Inside Meme Novels & Stories

They were human, men I'd known for days, men who had once been filled with life and power, but now, they were nothing. I think I was in shock. If I'd been myself, I'd be hiding from Finn. But I was too broken. By the time Finn knocked on the doorframe and peeked inside, I hadn't moved. I was still in the same place, still dirty, still shattered. People believe death happens when you stop breathing when your eyes close for good. But the truth is, not everyone who dies lies in a grave. Even an eighteen-year-old girl in the bathroom of a ruthless murderer who kidnapped her and swore to keep her alive can be dying inside, every second of her life slipping away, and no one knows.

Yet I know more than anyone in this house now that my supposed father has now passed away. Hard as it was, I stood up to approached him. Trembling, I tried to raise my hand holding the death note. Even though my eyes were blurred with tears, I tried to read it without blinking. "Name: Charles Perelman" It was then that memory began to enter into my mind everything he had done in the world. Those memories made me cry even more because they were all smiling faces of his parents, siblings and relatives. By the time his wife, who was from college, came into his life, he admired her a lot. "Age: 42 years old." Until the memories of marriage, childbirth of his wife, pleasure, sorrow. That went as

The even more frustrating part is that I don't know why Im like this. I groaned and buried my face in my hands then mumbled to myself "Maybe Im sick..." A thought hit me causing me to remove my hands from my face. I gasped out loud and said "OH SHIT! AM I DYING!?"

Ang notebook na naglalaman ng lahat ng list niya at mga kwentong nangyari sa kan'ya. Binuksan kong muli ang notebook na binigay n'ya at muling binasa ang mga laman nito. "DIARY OF THE DYING" Living My Final Days with a Grateful Heart Muli akong napaluha ng mabasa ang unang pahina nito. Bakit sa dinami-dami ng tao sa mundo, s'ya pa ang dinapuan ng sakit na 'yon at kung bakit s'ya agad ang kinuha. Ang daming masasamang nilalang na hindi na nararapat pang mabuhay pero bakit kung sino pa ang maraming pangarap at dapat pagkalooban nito ay sila pa ang pinagkaitan.

we are here. I opened doors at the same time Vince did it too. Three kids. Two boys and one girl was laying on the ground under shrub even if it was impossible to say who was who, only long girls' hair and clothes managed to put away a veil of unknowing. Their bodies were dry they looked like mummies. On their faces were frozen smiles. My poisons made their death feel like heaven because of that they died with a smile on them and it froze even after death. One more gift to a death god...he was there...he knew it that I will break...and he was angry that I waited so long. And he will be angrier about what I will do. -"Make a cross" Vince looked at me surprised. "No, make three crosses and pu

DON'T MAKE HIM SHY. Cereal_killer ... Yes_you_suck ... I_pooped ... Noah's_soulmate ... I_love_my_mommy SINCE, EVERYONE IS DOING IT ... Yes_you_suck THAT'S UNBELIEVABLE! NOAH, IS THIS THE TRUTH?! Noah's_soulmate GUYS, STOP -_- Will_the_devil OH, I CAN TESTIFY. IT'S THE TRUTH. POOR ALICE WAS ONCE WHINING ABOUT IT TO ME.

There's so much I haven't done yet. There's so much I haven't felt yet. A stream of hot tears flow down my cheeks. "I really don't want to die, especially not here. And not like this." I choke on the lucrid smell of my burning flesh, as I watch my legs disappear alongside a part of my abdomen. "Anybody out there, I don't want to die... please..." I beg whatever god would lend an ear to my broken pleas. “Me…lin…da. I’m…so.. sorry…”

Nothing major. This is it. Rock. Bottom. Like, bottom of the Mariana Trench, level rock bottom. I’m a sentient heartbreak meme. My boyfriend is a cheating sex icon. My uterus is never going to see the creation of life. And the highlight of my week is that my little sister hasn’t died — yet. That’s where we are. That’s the bar.

Dying inside one’s own mind is much different than dying awake and aware. “Emm, what happened? I can feel it. Your precious soul, so small, is leaving you, Ayyydaaa..” This time it was the demon's voice, and I was too busy trying to breathe, so telling him to fuck off wasn’t possible. I was dying for a reason. I had to keep telling myself that. No amount of physical injury could have prepared me for this type of fear or way of dying, though.

"Our country doesn't allow euthanasia." "I know. Take me somewhere that allows it. Big Brother, I don't want to forget you. If I don't die soon, I will forget all about you... You are all precious to me and the best thing that happened to me in this life... I would rather die than forget you." Elliot fell into silence.