Gusto Ko Nang Mamatay Novels & Stories

Marahil ay busy siyang kargahan ng bala ang baril niya para gamitin sa’kin mamaya. Umikot ang mga mata ko at iritadong ininom ang cucumber juice sa aking harap. What’s sending me more in rage was that fact that he’d still be out here, free and living a nice island life after murdering me. Kagaya ng mga kuwentong narinig ko, mukhang malakas ang kapit niya sa taas kaya’t hindi nila ito maipakulong. Kawawa naman ako pag nagkataon, siguradong gabi-gabi hahagulgol si Mommy para sa hustisya ng pagkamatay ko. Dahil sa naisip ay nawalan tuloy ako ng gana. Matapos kong ubusin ang juice ay tumayo na ako at hinayaang nakakalat ang pinagkainan sa lamesa.

Pero nalilito na nga ako kung ano ba ang mas masakit at nakakatakot- ang mamatay o ang mabuhay. I've been locked up in this hellish cell for a few days... No food or water. I feel like I'm being punished by the above. It will become easier if I just end my life but I'm not ready to die yet- not now. With each hour and second that passed I became weaker and weaker. It seemed that it was intentional to torture me little by little until I die. "Matibay ka... Buhay ka pa din pala hanggang ngayon."

There are three of them and I don’t like the odds a bit. “I literally can’t do much of anything right now,” I reply, dead serious. “We gotta be sure Missile’s dead or this won’t work,” I hear Grouch say, he’s clearly pissed. I immediately close my eyes and pray he’s alive. Is he really that sick that he would kill her mate just to mark her? When I pop my eyes open I’m more weak than ever, barely able to stay awake. I’m breathing, keeping my heart going and praying I don’t drop my baby. That’s about the most I can offer.

The rain had been falling for twenty days straight. From morning until night, it hammered against the roof, low and constant, pressing down on everything. I stood by the window and watched water stream off the eaves and splash onto the ground below. I thought about what I had seen in my past life. The riverbanks breaking. The territories flooding. Bodies everywhere. Those images would never leave me. According to the timeline I remembered, the elder would propose live sacrifice in less than ten days.

"Mom, what are you doing? Spit it out! "Don't swallow it!" But no matter how hard I shouted, she still swallowed the paper whole. Then she looked at me, tears shimmering in her eyes. "Sam... you must never know what that sentence said." I stood there frozen, unable to understand what kind of terrible power those final words held. Why was everyone reacting so strangely? Grandpa had seen the message and immediately killed himself. Just then, Dad, who I had not realized was awake, slowly sat up on the bed and stared at us.

Her expressions were neutral, with no sign of pain or regret at this point. She couldn’t endure this pain now and felt like it was better to end it forever. There seemed to be no reason to live on for. No person to be happy for. No one wanted her or would be sad if she died.

The next thing he knew was his eyes are getting blurry and his heart was losing its beats. "¡Adiós! (Goodbye!)" Gustavo laughed as he kicked Estefan down to the cliff with a stab on his heart, it would be impossible for him to survive. He is not like a cat who has nine lives. He only has one, he'll surely die.

biro nya "Paano ka naman mamamatay? May sakit ba ako na ikaw lang nakakaalam?" Tanong ko dito "Eh kung tignan mo kaya mga tingin ni kuya Wade sa akin" sagot nya "Hayaan mo sya, dukutin ko mata nya eh" sagot ko sa kanya "Joke lang, bawal pa ako mamatay. Likigawan ko pa si Zane" sabi nya na nakapagpalingon sa akin

"kahit sobrang sakit." "Shhh, darling i'm sorry too. Sorry kung wala si mama habang nasasaktan ka." tumango na lamang si Yesha. Hindi siya humihiwalay sa yakap ng kaniyang mama. Pakiramdam kasi niya ay gumagaan ang lahat. "M-ma," "Hmm?" "Uwi na tayo sa atin..."