Hold My Breath As I Wish For Death นิยาย & เรื่องราว

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish

Not fully black, not yet, but shadowed in a way that made my instincts hiss, *danger. Pine and smoke and male sweat flooded my nose, thick and heady. I swallowed. “Do you have a death wish?” he asked, voice low and rough. “Throwing your human body into a ring of wolves like that?” “I don’t have a death wish,” I said. My own voice came out a little breathless but steady. “I have a life wish. I won’t die helpless again.” His fingers tightened unconsciously on my wrist at that last word. Again.

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

When I hear nothing, I slowly open the door, praying my father doesn't hear me. The damn door creaks, and my heart stops as I freeze, holding my breath. My heart pounds against my ribs as I wait to see if he heard. When a few seconds pass, and I hear no sound of my father stirring awake, I quietly exhale a breath of relief, then step into the hall. I look down toward my parents' door, and my chest tightens and aches painfully. I stare at it and wish things had been different… I wish my father loved me and wasn't so cruel. I wish he had accepted me as I was, and didn't think of me as a disease.

I wish I could see I wish I could know what is this… know everything I wish I would never get lost I wish I was never lonely… I wish I was not weak and that my hard work always pays I wish I could get through everything with logic I wish I could use law to my advantage I wish to never get sick and never suffer from illness ever again I wish I could see through lies and all barriers… But what I wish more than anything… I don’t want to die a meaningless death! At that moment… making wishes inside the abyss, begging for a second chance, was all I could do. But if it works… if there is the slightest chance for it to work, I have to try! If I can live… if I can survive even, if the probability is

Trying to find that little girl who curled up to die at eleven years old, much like this, and pushing her to stop … just stop Camilla. Breathe. Except how can I breathe when my oxygen is gone? Snubbed out and taken from me before I really got to see if there was more for us than this. I’ll never breathe again if he doesn’t come back to me. I will lie down and go with him. He promised me. HE PROMISED ME!!!

And that makes me nervous. I always get this particular itch when something bad is about to happen. When Dad walked out of the trailer that last night, I nearly scratched my hand raw. Just before I got the news of his death, I had to end up taping mittens to my hands to control myself from digging my nails into my skin. Right now, I feel terrified as the prickling sensation on my hand intensifies. “Are you okay?” Beth whispers to me, taking my hand. As if by magic, the moment her cold hand touches mine, the itching sensation disappears. Shock filters through me, but before I can say anything, the ferry suddenly moves inside the heavy fog.

I just wait, relishing the feeling of being in its presence before it grows brighter and disappears as a whole, leaving with it a thought that was planted in my mind. ‘Hold on with everything you’ve got,’ And so I do, because I would do anything he asks me to. Even stave off death, just for a little longer.

She was still so kind, yet I had let her slip through my fingers. The cancer had reached its final stages. Even with treatment, I didn’t have much time left. Then, on what turned out to be the last day of my life, I found out she was getting married. I passed away with a smile on my face. Seeing her happy and finally living the life she deserved gave me peace. I had no regrets. If I could do it again, I swear I would never have let her down.

FIVE DAYS EARLIER “ I stand on the last bridge of my life. Who knew Brooklyn Bridge, a bridge I always crossed through would be the bridge I fall from? I breathe in my last breath, so refreshing… The breeze blows my ebony hair and with one last step, l'll… “ “ Krystal!”