I Died And There Was Nothing Novels & Stories

If I die then everything will be finished. I will find peace. My eyes slowly close as my mind goes blank. It felt nice to die. Finally…..I could… meet…my……

It might give me a reason to hold back knowing that I can’t do anything. Why do I feel so shattered? I want to die and end this misery. “K---kill me…” I muttered slowly in a low voice. “She’s awake…” someone yelled as I slowly opened my eyes. Nothing seemed to make sense, I wanted to give up on living, I'm good for nothing and I want to die… “Where am I? Why am I seeing you? Am I d---dead?”

I stood beside Luca as he went from a poor boy to the most powerful man in Chicago. I saved him, and an explosion crushed my spine. I would never dance again. Later, I was diagnosed with late-stage cancer. In that time, a woman appeared at his side. Beautiful, clever, from a powerful family. She could stand beside him, sit in on his deals, solve his problems. And I could only sit in a wheelchair. Everyone said I was holding Luca back. I thought so too. So I left him, meaning to go and die alone

TW: mention of cases and different crimes That's not true. I won't believe that! He's not dead! "Take back what you said, Jennifer. He's not dead, he can't be," I solemnly whispered. Depressive and heavy breaths were released in emptiness. It's too heavy on my chest and it seems like I can't handle the feeling at any time. "Take it back!" "My husband isn't dead yet. How can you say that to me?!" I scolded. It was as if something was blocking my throat because I couldn't breathe properly, the weight was heavy to feel. It felt like it was repeatedly and relentlessly punching my chest.

My wife, Aspen Harrod, was the richest person in this city, but I was just a lowly househusband. To celebrate her birthday, I used the two hundred dollars that I had saved for many years to buy her a birthday cake and a red rose. On the way to pick up the cake with my son, Jude Anderson, we ran into a car accident. Jude only suffered minor injuries with my protection, but I was in critical condition. Before I died, Jude gave Aspen three calls. In the first call, Jude cried. He said that I was seriously injured in the car accident, and I was covered in blood. Aspen snorted. “Is that weak-willed man thinking of new ways to get money from me? Sure, I’ll give you ten dollars. It shou

"Mia, I’m scared to death. Where are you? Please… just say something…" "I swear I didn’t know Elsa sent you those things. You have to let me explain." "Mia, this house was supposed to bless us. How did it all end up like this? Please, say something… If I lose you, how am I supposed to live…" In the background, I could hear firetruck sirens. Then, there was a splash— Followed by Ethan’s broken scream: "Please! If my Luna really burned to death in there, I don’t want to live either! Please—"

But at the end of the day, I was in a slave camp in Northreach, where not even a fly could escape. I died on the electric fence, my body charred so badly that my features were unrecognizable. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the very day Julian's creditors came to our house, banging on the door. This time, I wasn't going to let Evangeline get her way. They weren't going to get a single penny of what rightfully belonged to my son and me!

Was this how it felt to be there? My eyes widened. (Did I still even have eyes, or was this just an illusion?) What if death really was a dark, heavy door banging shut, and after that final slam there was nothing, nothing at all? Right at the moment I felt more like a piece of nothingness than I ever had before. But I was still not completely nothing. I was aware of myself. I was still thinking. That was something... or was it?

Was I about to die? If I was, that would be okay. I could finally be with my mom and dad again. If you asked me what my one wish in life was, I would just say I wanted a different brother. Some time later, my spirit floated out of my body. I was shocked to see the police and ambulance stopping at the side of the road. They quickly put up barriers around my crushed body. It was true that I was dead, but I was still aware of everything. Then, without warning, I began to float toward Nathan. I could not stop myself no matter what.

I panicked and tried to wipe them away, but my hands went right through her again. "Mom’s been dead for four years, and you’re still insulting her. You’re awful! Waaaah…" That’s right. I had been dead for four years. I died the year after our divorce. On the other end of the phone, disbelief lingered in his voice. "Dead? No way. Evil people live forever. Even if I died, she’d still be alive." Emma was devastated and furious. "You’re awful! I’ll never talk to you again. And I’ll tell Mom’s spirit not to love you anymore. I’ll burn all the things she kept of yours. Waaaah…"