Hidup Terasa Mati Novels & Stories

To be happy without me. The decision should bring relief. Should feel right. Instead, it feels like dying.

They meet up with loved ones in the evening, and continue to complain about the coffee that burns their lips, the boss who won't give them a break, the partner who almost suffocates them with love. When someone dies, the world keeps on turning - without them, because they’re dead, not that it would really make a difference. Only for those who they leave behind it does: they’re stuck in a world that keeps on turning and only makes them sick, because their own is suddenly frozen. Trauma feels clammy. Like damp clothes that make you shiver on cold winter days, and at some point, it feels like nothing anymore, as the dampness turns to ice over time.

Eveth spent time pull me steos closer to death abd the moon goddess. Poisoning really is a bitch and a slow undesirable and unadvisable death method. I heave. I feel empty and already dead. I survival will is all gone, dead and extinct. I feel a living corpse. All hope is gone. Everything is gone. My only cure and supposed healer is gone. I watch it gradually disperse before my very eye's. I watch a f**king mob stain abs damp it's abilities and usefulness. I watch it all smash and leave the floor to a bacteria infested foamy watcher.

I stopped feeling my body and a second later. "She's going to have a seizure," says someone I didn't identify. I was unconscious in less than I thought I could resist. Is this the end for me? Is this how it feels to die? But, where is that light at the end of the tunnel that they talk about so much? •••

We are gonna die. Soon. Suddenly the power supply was cut off. My mother and I stared at the black TV screen for a moment sinking in the information in our head. I couldn't feel anything. Nothing, no fear of death. I'd no problem in dying but my sister's happy shriek formed a lump in my throat. How am I supposed to tell them they're gonna die in a couple of minutes? I can't...they've only just started living...why does this have to happen? "Ananya..."

"Then came the realisation a while later that I was truly alone. The loneliness is the worst. Not even the darkness that surrounded me could compare to the loneliness that enveloped me from within. I felt empty, cast, alone. I was tired of crying. I was tired of screaming. My body was weak and I felt it. "In that particular moment, I cursed my immortality. I just wanted to die for it to all be over. But then, I thought to myself: what if I was dead already? After all, no one knows what the after life looks like. What if that pitch blackness was all the vision im the after life? Maybe I was truly dead but why was death so lonely and cold? I wondered how I died. It must have been that cursed t

"Let me live," Maya said. The words tasted like ash. She heard them come out of her own mouth and couldn't make them feel real. That was a sentence a person got to say now, apparently. Standing in her own doorway, in her own socks, in the one apartment she'd clawed out of nothing. People said your life flashed before you when you were about to die. Nobody warned you what it did to hear a stranger read a number off it out loud, in your own kitchen, like a receipt.

and the next sound I heard was the door banging sound, he closed it the same loud way he closed himself again, and out of my life I couldn't cry, I was far beyond crying, but the most saddest part of it all was that at that very point, I could literally no longer feel my heart anymore, cause it was dead... I was the living dead

And I feel that with the weight I took, I will sink and not be able to get out. But who really cares? Die or live? Does that make a difference? Aren't this world and the fire in ground the same as hell?

Is this what dying feels like? ~~~ AN: Does it ever drive you crazy... just how fast the night changes... (ʘᗩʘ')