Dying Inside Meme Novels & Stories

F*ck, I’m doomed! **********

Instead, I backed up step by step until I reached the bed. As the sounds from next door started up again, I stacked the pillows and blankets high. Standing on top of them, I opened the custom skylight Ian had installed for me and slowly climbed up onto the roof. With every step, a voice whispered in my ear. "Just die already. Ian stopped loving you a long time ago. He's only with you to get revenge. Death is the only way you'll ever be free." The second that voice faded, I smiled and jumped off the roof.

Thin, gray, mocking. Another day. Screams had stopped once more. My stomach had given up growling. Just a dull, constant ache now. I leaned my head against the wall, chains clinking softly. I was really going to die here. Not from Leka. Not from a knife or claws or whatever dramatic ending the story wanted. From hunger. From thirst. From being forgotten. I laughed. It came out dry, cracked, more cough than laugh. Died eating ramen. Now dying because I couldn’t eat anything at all.

"D-Daddy!! Ouch! Ohhhh!!" I want to pass out right now. The pain that I felt right now is unbearable. More like I was fucked in the hole with wood with open nails on it. His pills added the burden I feel. Inside me were like exploding thousand volts of pain as it indulged deep done in my bones. Can someone end me please? Like, kill me right now. If living is the same as dying then I'd rather die than to live doubling up the said death. I bit my lower lip as I continued to cry. I felt extremely hopeless right now.

my lips twitched in pity as I faked sadness, "You'll simply die." "Don't be as stupid as the man in the next room." I said while shaking my head, "He chose his loyalty over his life, and do you know what that got him?" Her eyebrows furrowed as if trying to analyze my words, "Probably all his bones are now broken, half of his skin is not even attached to his body anymore, the flesh of his nose touched his mouth-" I slightly winced at the image, "And I really can't point out the position of one of his eyes anymore." My lips pursed, "And you know what the best part?" I wasn't waiting for an answer, "I got to hear his screams as the acid flowed into his blood and slowly ripped him from inside as

~~~ R-O-M-12:12—12|13|14|15 - hope II-C-O-R-4:10—31|32|33|34|35 - dying J-O-H-N-3:16—17|18|19|20|21 - world 4_2_3_5_5 H O P E _ _ _ _ _ D Y I N G W O R L D 4 2 3 5 5 ~~~ “Hope on the Dying World?” - Xol “Hope in the Dying World?” - Czaquira “Hope of the Dying World.” Timotheus uttered.

To die together. —Xienne ***

I didn't receive any messages or notifications that my follow request had been approved. I sat down and looked at myself in a handheld mirror. I watched as the numbers above my head slowly counted down. I had three hours to go. I wanted them to be with me on my last day in this life; I wanted to know how they would react when I died. Maybe they would be pleasantly surprised—no one cared about my life or death, after all. They were my family, but they despised me with every fiber of their being. I brought the food to the table and waited. Some oil had splashed onto my hand while cooking, and it hurt. It didn't take away from my excitement, though.

I was dying. I am dying.

he places his hand on his chest, feigning confidence. "Conceded much?" I ask him boldly, cutting his sentence off and leaving my fear in the dust. He chuckles deeply causing my heart to clench, uncomfortably. My father is dead in front of me, a bullet wound to his head and here I am, laughing with a strange, 7-foot man who shouldn't be in my house. "Well baby, I'm death, nice to meet you," I know it was dumb, but I broke into laughter. "Yeah, and I'm Demeter now get out before I call the cops," I glance back over at my father as he lies in a pool of his blood.