I Guess I'll Die Novels & Stories

Furious, Sylvia kicked my mother on the floor a couple more times. In a fit of panic, I lunged forward to shield my mother’s body. Unfortunately, the heel on Sylvia’s shoe still landed squarely on her form. Hearing my mother’s agonized cries, I came to a belated realization: I was dead. I had been dead for seven years. I was just a wandering spirit and powerless to protect anything. “Sylvia, Charles didn’t abandon you! He...” ‘He donated his organs to you and chose death for himself.’

For now, let's wait for my death. Will this just end already. I'm exhausted. I'm dying and I know it. I drowning and It hurts. It's like I'm waiting for my own end. Will it just end already. This is it. I know it. This is the end of me, there's no saving me, not anymore. So be it. I'm going to die, I accept it. I have no choice anyway, so let it be. Just let it be over quickly, I don't want to linger.

She continued to let her weight toss the chair forward and backwards. "As you can see Jammy, I'm fine and still alive. You see Jammy, I was thinking about something yesterday, you know, all my friends are dying and who knows, death might be outside just waiting for you to go out and he'd come to me. I might just be the next. But you know what, Jammy? I'm sure going to make sure I have enough coffee before I die."

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……

Betsy waited outside the operating room looking anxious. "You still care about him, don’t you?" I asked her quietly. "Who says I do?" she snapped. "I'm just worried that if he dies, what will happen to our business?" It made sense! I nodded quickly. If he died at our guesthouse, there was no way we could keep running it. Seeing her hard exterior, I sighed. "I don't know where you got your information, but there's no truth to it,” Julius said to his mother.

he said and that was when I did something that if it doesn't work then I'll be dead in a second. Follow me on i*******m for updates @pere_theheartbroken_poet

“ The voice cried. Anguish and frustration vibrated off her voice. And if there was any wish I could make,” Jayden should die!" This would be my wish cause once he died from his mysterious illness, I'll be able to die and say goodbye to this sinful world.

This time around, I definitely didn't care about those three pieces of garbage. I turned around, went straight home, and locked myself in my room. "Go ahead. Go enjoy your coming-of-age party," I thought to myself. "This time, I'm done with my savior complex. I'll respect your hell-bound fate."

"But I'm not a tool for you to get praise and validation from others, so please stop bothering me." Before I left, I thought for a moment and added, "Oh, and there's something I've always wanted to say. If I could do it all over again, I absolutely would not save you, Adrian. I'd rather you had burned to death, because you're not worth my kindness." I watched him stand there in a daze, silent and unresponsive. I turned slightly to step around him and headed upstairs.

Laughing until our sides hurt. Waking up next to him every morning. A future. A life. A forever with him by my side. “How did it come to this?” I choked out, slamming a fist weakly against the floor. “How the hell am I alone in a supply closet—dying?! At twenty-fucking-five?!” My voice cracked into a scream. “I don’t want to die!” I curled in on myself. “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t—”