Hidup Terasa Mati Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes for a second because hearing him say it hurt in a way I could not explain, and when the silence answered him instead, it felt like something sharp cutting straight through me again. “No,” Matt said, shaking him harder. “No, this is not happening.” “He is gone,” I whispered, even though saying it out loud felt like tearing something open inside me all over again. Matt went still beside me, and for a moment neither of us spoke, because there was nothing left to say that could change it. “After everything…” he said finally, his voice cracking. “He just dies like this?” I flinched at the word, because it sounded too harsh, too final, but I forced myself to hold onto the truth.

Duncan suddenly felt light and free as if I was dead and free of every burden he had ever felt. Am I dead!? He wondered, it felt that way, he had to be dead because that would make him feel that way Yes I was finally dead!? Is this how it feels to be dead!? He deliberated He continued to drift not knowing what exactly to expect and everywhere was so dark but he did not know if it was because his eyes were closed or there was just no light but he felt tranquil and smiled to himself

Time slows down and every second seems like an eternity as I wait for the bullet to hit me. I hear the muffled shot clearly, its typical thud disrupting the air at lightning speed. The next sound is the sound of a body slumping to the ground and my heart skips. As I’m waiting for the pain to settle in, I prepare myself for my body to give out, the darkness taking over. Is this it? Is this what you feel when you die? I have heard a lot of things about people not knowing that they died or not feeling anything in the time of their deaths, but this seems a bit too much ‘nothing’ for me.

“But it feels like someone just died.” His words fill me with horror. Because he’s right, that’s exactly how it feels. And something tells me whoever it is, it’s about to turn our world upside down.

The world grows quiet around me, the sounds fading into nothing. My heart stops. My last breath escapes in a soft sigh. I die. I feel it when my soul starts to disengage from my body, that strange sensation of floating, of becoming untethered from everything that made me solid and real.

Oh shit! I'm dead. So very dead.

I felt a hand grab me from behind, I blinked couple times but the image was obscure, so as my senses, I wasn’t sure if I’m dying, but I don’t really mind. My head hasn’t revived yet from the hammering headache, my Limbs are weak from the joint and my eyes still hurts as I try opening them. And I wondered, can a dead person feel pain, a pain meant for the flesh and not the soul. If I’m dead, why can I still feel all this ache? It can only mean one thing. I’m actually still alive, I just had a temporary death and I swear that’s all I ever wanted. Being alive is a chore

That was how I felt now; helpless and afraid. * * * * * Life is for the living Death is for the dead Let life be like music And death a note unsaid -Langston Hughes Those familiar eyes stared at me from the ground, as though even in death she was thinking only of me. Those eyes that had seen every birthday, seen every tear I had shed, were vacant of light. My Mom's eyes were locked on me, her life's blood staining her fur. A lifetime without her smile, without her comforting words. That was what suffocated me, what knocked the air from my lungs faster than any rogue ever could.

In a way, we have been caught on an icy road, we have just spun out of control, and we are losing our hold on life. So as I listen to the ungodly machine beeping next to me, it tells me that right now, I am still very much alive, although I am feeling that I am dying over and over again. I do not want to leave Jenna behind. But I know that death is lurking in the shadows, and it will only but take him a moment, and he will come. Life is not fair…yet we are meant to understand it. And with that, the light fades, and I am drifting off into the dark.

31 May 2010 If death is likened to gravity, which we cannot absolutely defy, then living with it on a regular frequency is a state of partial weightlessness. Our daily existence is a continuing skirmish with death. For every moment that a life-form, however animate or lethargic, is sent to inhabit this earth, it is just a matter of time before finally the probability and likelihood of death becomes apparently a certainty. Chances are, nature has its distinct scheme of impermanence and turns everything in this world, regardless of significance or magnitude, into sub-atomic particles to restore equilibrium.