Romans & histoires Dying With A Smile

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.

But whenever I try to move, an excruciating pain will hold me up ‘till I lose my breath. Should I die like this? Can’t I say goodbye to my friends first before leaving? My body is slowly giving up. I heard Clinton’s crying voice again, begging for me to hold on. I smiled for the last time. Well if this is the end… I will gladly accept this tragic fate, without any regrets.

He stood there as usual smiling, bleeding, and whispering. You’ll die alone. But this time I smiled back. “You will accompany me in the afterlife then,” I whispered.

“She’s trying to help you stop spiraling.” After a brief hesitation, he stepped back to his original spot and folded his arms, watching me closely. “Just hold on,” he added. “She’s doing this for your own good.” The deck tilted violently beneath me as my legs finally gave out. I dropped to my knees, my vision blurring as a burning tightness wrapped around my lungs. Someone nearby let out an awkward laugh, clearly unsure whether this was serious or just uncomfortable. A friend hesitated, taking half a step forward as if to help me up—

“You’re gonna get us killed.” Jake smirked. “Then I’m dying happy.”

Nothing is going to matter once I'm gone. I left the hospital with a numb face and a long prescription for drugs that wouldn't save me, and they would probably just make dying a little less painful. The nurse had handed me the drugs with a solemn smile, and I tried to smile back at her but all I could manage was a tight grimace. When you're so close to dying, you don't really worry about being seen as polite anymore.

“You have no money and you have no family left to support you. Your own father called me this morning to apologize for your pathetic behavior. You are a disposable human stray and my brother only picked you up out of pity.” “I do not need your pity or his,” I fired back. “You need my money to survive,” Damien taunted. “You are weak. You have always been weak. You are a charity case I kept around because you were quiet and convenient. You bring nothing to my life and you never will.” Something inside my chest snapped like a dry twig. Maybe the brain tumor finally short-circuited my impulse control, or maybe three months of a death sentence just burned away my last remaining filter.

“Don’t say that. You must spend your life with a great smile. I don’t want any frowns.” Kimberly turned to me. “I don’t care if I will die in the next six months.” It was hard to look into her eyes when she said things like that. “All I want in life is to see you happy. Once you are happy, I can die in peace.”

Without giving Stella the chance to answer, she hung up the call and turned her phone off. A person who wanted to die would not want to inform others of their impending death. They wouldn't hesitate too long and they definitely wouldn't give someone else a chance to save them. She put on her mask and climbed up the railing. Then, she looked up at the bright moon in the sky and smiled. She didn't want to die crying. She wanted to die with a smile. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She felt the cold wind blowing through her long hair. She emptied her mind and jumped down from the 101st floor of the tower...

I don't have friends - I am not sure if that is something that I should be proud of. Well, it's not like I don't try to approach my classmates or try to interact. It’s just that I have a weird smile. No, it's not the type of smile that involves weird and rotten teeth - I have perfectly white and straight teeth. You see, my smile is fatal and dangerous. Just one look at these weapons and even the ferocious growl of a mountain lion would seem harmless. If this were a comic, I would call this attack: The Killer Smile.