Romans & histoires I Guess I'll Die

"A troublemaker like you will only bring disaster to the family. You should just die!" The word "die" was all my mind grabbed onto. Instinctively, I obeyed the command. I'd noticed earlier that one of the windows didn't have any safety bars. While Regina and Calista were busy arguing, I climbed onto the windowsill and jumped. My body fell through the air. The wind roared in my ears. The ground kept getting closer with every passing second. Above, I saw their horrified faces pressed against the windows. With a deafening crash, I hit the ground like a watermelon smashed against concrete.

It felt just like—death. Meanwhile, my family waited anxiously. Seeing the doctor return, they quickly donned their helmets without hesitation. Somewhere beyond my dying breaths, the machine's cold melody wrenched the last light of my mind back into memories.

But I can’t afford to leave him, but I will die if I stay. What if I die? Will they be happy? Am I such a worthless person, so I should just die? Maybe they would be even happier if I lost. Everyone hates me, especially my parents, I don’t know why they are so mad. I do everything they want, but why do I still seem to be wrong?

) I delete it without reading it twice. Eighty-seven days left to live. At least now I know exactly what I'm working with. And honestly? I'd rather die honest than live on pretty lies.

“But I'm going to have to pass. Although 'I could die of embarrassment' is a common phrase, it's not actually an acceptable reason to die.” I realize that he is making a joke and I laugh. The tension eases somewhat but I still wish that the earth would swallow me whole and remove me from this situation. “I am so sorry. I ramble like a crazy person. You really just have to ignore me.” “You're fine. I don't mind being called 'hot' by pretty girls. I'll take it as a compliment.” I blush. I am trying to think of something to say when a thought occurs to you. “Hey. God of Death. That means-” I shake my head to clear it. “Could you help me?”

Please wait till you are truly 18. Please, as my last wish I beg you, Live your life, don't do something stupid, no one is to blame for my death. The percentage of me dying to save your flat ass is higher than the smartest person IQ, but if that is how I died then I am more glad than anything. I love you I love you soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much, don't ever forget that. Your strawberry cupcake (aka Corn ) PS. Find love don't be deprived of love because you are still grieving.

This time made it the eighth. Eight. That’s not too many… right? “Then just die already!” Caden snapped, his voice a final, merciless growl. “If you’re dead, we’ll come collect the pup.”

I drifted over, passed through the door, and saw myself curled up among the clutter inside. I realized then that I was already dead. I had died even before Eli's countdown reached zero. I suddenly felt my memories surging toward me like tidal waves, bringing with them the musty smell of forgotten years. If there were only one piece of candy at home, it would always belong to Eli. If the only apple were cut in two, the bigger half would go to him and the smaller half to me. Eli would always have new clothes to wear, while I wore his old hand-me-downs, which were covered in patches.

The room was in complete chaos as sobs, screams, and furious shouts mixed together. I couldn't be bothered to think about the meaning behind Iris' words. I only felt extremely annoyed. I had finally died—so why wasn't I out of here yet? I was definitely going to complain about this stupid system. I was making plans when the familiar voice of the System suddenly rang out. "Main mission accomplished! The reward has been credited to your bank account. Your body has died. Opening teleportation channel…" I let out a sigh of relief, savoring the thought that I finally wouldn't have to stay and stare at those people any longer.

Alpha Gideon I was becoming weaker, and I could see my end approaching, which I refused to accept; I am not ready to die, and I can't die now after everything I have been through; I have worked so hard to be where I am today, and it would be such a waste if I died.