Everything That Kills Me Novels & Stories

Someone who was dying because of my action. Am I... going to be a killer?

Shouldn’t you be released from pain once you die? But why the fuck do I feel this slicing pain inside my chest for every second passing by? It’s almost equally destructive as the rage burning my insides. It feels fucking ridiculous that I’d thought I was in a rage when I witnessed Gia’s and Drake’s betrayal. Because if that was rage, then what is this? I don’t want to kill someone. I want to kill everyone. I want to destroy the world. I fucking want to rip their eyes out of their sockets if their gazes ever fall on those nudes pictures of Cheska.

They’re apprehensive after what I did with my dad’s bracelet, but they’re coming regardless. Coming to finish Alec off, and me along with him. And for what? Because we exist? I’ve never harmed anyone, and I’m sure Alec hasn’t either. Those kids in the dorms didn’t deserve what happened to them. Rage unlike any I’ve ever known floods me. It propels me forward with the gravitational force of a planet. I meet the first Silver Hunter head on, grabbing their arm and forcing them to drop their sword before I punch them in the gut.

I felt a sudden unexpected pain in my chest as I watched the two women hug and fawn over Jake, their hands grazing his arm and abs seductively. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that he was fucking these women. A surprising pang of jealousy surged through me, knowing that they were used to seeing him and touching his naked body. I shook my head and silently scolded myself. It was not my business who this murderer fucked. HE KILLED MY PARENTS AND I HATE HIM! I tried to scream in my head to remind myself. Jake introduced me as his new slave, informing them that I would be staying with them for the time being.

I was nothing. The deep pit of depression pulled at me throughout the hours as I lay on the cold hard ground. I couldn't pull myself up. I couldn't go on. I had killed Mila and now I had killed Remi. I let Kezia and Matei die. No matter what I did, I was never good enough to save the people I loved. I'd even killed my own mother. What was wrong with me? I was living ball of bad luck. Bad Karma. I raised my head. Had Karma done this to me? Was that the reason? I slowly pushed into a sitting position.

I'm exhausted from trying. If they want to kill me. Then do it.

“He tried to kill me,” *******

"Why you did that with me? You said you will always stay with me........ I ..... can't .... live .... without ...... hik..... you ..... Please ......I can't ........ bear ..... this....pain.... it's like .... someone .... is .... cutting my heart in....... million pieces....... Please .... God ........ just kill ..... me." ..................

My eyes burned with hatred and Kamille died a million deaths from a million daggers stabs. She was living my fucking life!

"Here, I got this holy water from a reputable temple. Feed it to her, and she'll be healed immediately!" Watching her raise her hand to pour the "holy water" into Amy's mouth, my eyes widened. That bowl was the very thing that had killed my daughter in my previous life. Springing to my feet, I deliberately caught my slipper on the floor and crashed towards Mindy with all my might. "Ouch!" With a pained cry, Mindy lost hold of the bowl and it shattered against the floor with a loud crack, spraying the filthy liquid all over her pants.