Hidup Terasa Mati Novels & Stories

Lifeless. And then, I hit send.

At that moment, a woman's voice said in Sebastian's ear, "I am filled with hatred!" The woman's voice sounded tired, and it actually made Sebastian's eyes moisten. "Life is just a game. Living is death, and death is to be reborn."

They’re getting a little loud. Am I dead?

I felt the rushing cold wind against my body as I fall. No family to say my farewells, nor friends to leave a suicide note. Anything that I can recall for reasons to live, none. I thought maybe dying isn’t as bad as people think. But before I crash into the water, terror sucked the very breath from my mouth. A feeling of dread suddenly crept up, as though I still want to live. But it’s too late now. "Is she dead?" "How is this possible?" "It think she's dead!" "Shut up, Hue!" "There's no way this is happening!"

Darkness. Pitch black one. And then silence, pin-drop silence. I saw nothing. Heard nothing and felt nothing. It feels like I am in a void. Somewhere in-between being alive and being dead. In the middle of life and death. Life because I could feel myself breath. My breathing was the only thing that broke the silence in my head. Death because I felt nothing. Not my legs, not my hands and certainly not any other part of my body. Not even my heart. I don’t feel it hammering against my chest

Suddenly you are ripped into being alive. And, life is pain and, life is suffering and, life is horror but my god you are alive and it is spectacular. -Joseph Campbell. |I R I S| Have you ever felt empty to a point that there is nothing left worthy enough to be felt? Like someone have dug deeper inside you and pulled everything from you, leaving you empty and numb for so long until there was nothing left.

My eyes were beginning to get heavy and I felt numb to all pains shooting across my entire body, from my hanging hands to my toes. How many badlucks does a person have to have in a lifetime to be enough? I think I will just…die. I think I want to sleep. My lids were beginning to flutter to a close and my mind became blank of any thought. “What do you think you are doing?" I could feel the venom in his voice but my mind remained blank. I couldn't conjure up a reaction to his acidic voice. What does fear feel like? Is this how it feels to die?

they are what keep us alive. What could I choose? Between living like this where I can only find pain and suffering or choosing to live as the one who can feel nothing, not pleasure, not pain, not any speck of any other feeling, and in short, exist as a living dead? Maybe it was true, Death was easier than living. I got off the bed and walked into the shower. This was the second time I was taking a shower. No matter how much I washed myself and scrubbed my skin, for me it felt like my parents' blood was still there on my skin.

Since no one has yet discovered what occurs after death, there are only scientific and religious theories to go by. I can say that experiencing death is neither painful nor sad. I don't feel like running out of the light and back to life. Peace. Perhaps the peace that everyone seeks is not in life itself. Never, ever, no matter how hard you try, you will never have any rest. As much as something is resolved well, another factor comes and shakes everything again. That may be the meaning of life. It’s not just you opening your eyes and feeling that your heart is still beating. It's a vicious cycle, where love and disagreement will always be present as a challenge, a challenge you face every da

He rephrases his question and I remain silent, not sure if I really want that. "Crystal, I've lived a sufficient number of years to tell you that life can get tiring." he says, "There's nothing new. It's just the same old routine, and it could get really boring, but then, death is even worse because you just cease to exist. How boring. For you, it might be better because it means no more pain or feelings, but for me, for now, I'd rather be alive." I don't know if he's trying to discourage it or encourage it, but I'm still confused. It'd be weird getting old while he doesn't, but do I really want to stay alive for so long? It's only been twenty-two years, and I'm tired already.