Hold My Breath As I Wish For Death Novels & Stories

Not a flicker of life remained. Matteo's pupils widened, disbelief etched on his face. "Camilla?" he whispered. But there was no answer. He stepped forward in a hurry and touched my cheek with trembling hands. "No… No, no…" he murmured. Then he grabbed me, dragging my limp body into his arms. "Camilla! Wake up! I command you to wake!" But I didn't move. Valeri said in a low voice, "She's been dead for hours. The drug triggered multiple organ failure. There was nothing—"

THEN GOOD LUCK RELIVING THOSE MEMORIES! Stupid head voice. Fuck it. I look at the 3 sleeping pills in my hand. Before my hand goes to my mouth someone holds my wrist stopping me. "Christian..." ●●●

Bare. Her vision blurred. Smeared. Tears filled her eyes. With a choke of misery, Cheryl turned her head away, into her pillow. And grief engulfed her for what could never ever be. In a protective, despairing gesture, her hands covered her abdomen. Every hope was so useless. Because how could she hope for what was nothing more than a fantasy? A fantasy as unreal, as cruel, as the one she had just had ripped from her? A fantasy a thousand times less real, a thousand times crueler… a fantasy of the impossible.

Her heart was beating so loudly she wondered if she could hear it through the wall. Due to fear and dread, her condition started to deteriorate. The drops of sweat on her forehead started shining like white pearls. She had been holding her breath for some time now. Her lungs burned from holding back too much air, and it was getting difficult to inhale deeply. She was afraid that if even the faintest sound reached him, he would know about her existence. [Doorbell rang]

He still has it. But now, now it had his blood all over it. Another innocent memory tainted, "My wish...came true," Words breathlessly left his mouth and I looked at him, a small smile came to his lips, "It's your time to..." He swallowed hard, "To make a wish." Tears went down, one after the other. There was no stopping, today has made its mission to break me down and it succeeded. I broke under the affliction of everything happening. My wish would be to give him peace. At least that. Can I give him that?

His eyes hold mine, hold them tight, hold them like my breath, like my breath, like my breath, like I am not holding my breath, like I am not holding my breath, like he is holding it for me. The surprise of it, the surprise of him, the surprise of this makes me hesitate, makes me hold my breath, makes me wait. But the surprise is not the same as the fear, is not the same as the change, is not the same. The surprise is something else, something other than the fear, other than the change, other than the exposure, other than everything, everything, everything. It is more than fear. More than the change. More than the exposure. It is more.

I already completed college a long time ago but I just needed something to help me lay low for a while. I packed the necessary books and stuff and wore a leather jacket and black denim jeans. A few minutes later I got my motorcycle and drove to the institution. Playing my favourite lyrics. I can't breathe (Chopsquad), I can't breathe, 999 Waiting for the exhale I toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well I can't breathe, I'm waiting for the exhale Toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well Still no luck, but oh, well I still try even though I know I'm gon' fail

I will go to hell and back to get her from the grips of death. And as I kneel on the bathroom floor with her blood covering my hands, she has stolen my breath once again, because I can’t breathe. I can’t move. They took her out of my arms and I’m frozen in this nightmare that’s on a loop in my mind where I’m seeing the light slowly leave her eyes. I need that gale force wind again because I will die without it. I will die without her.

I said while pouting, I looked at her and continued "I will help you clean up the mess I have made" she just smiled and started walking inside, I looked here and there for safety, what if someone saw me going into Girl's washroom. "Don't worry no one saw you trying to enter the girl's washroom." I knew this voice and turned around "Eric you traitor!! What kind of face you want to show me now huh?" I jumped on him. "clam down! why you are trying to enter in Girl's washroom in the first place?" then he slowly whispered to me "Don't forget Diana is watching us!"

‘Remember me with a smile, for I carry your light within me, even as the darkness claims me. Holding my breath, I brace for the inevitable, the weight of the sand pressing down, threatening to crush the life from me. Yet even as I prepare to surrender to the darkness, my heart clings to a fragment of hope, a stubborn belief in miracles, in the chance that this is not the end.