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“How are you still alive? I thought you….” “... died? Well, you could say so” I completed her sentence and responded. “I died in name but I'm still alive in the flesh. It's cool right? I can do anything and get away with it because I'm dead - at least on paper. I feel so free” I said, hopping and spinning around ecstatically. “But why? Why are you doing this?” Hazel asked. She stared at me with sympathy on her face. You see that? That expression? I hated it! I hated that look with burning passion!

“I'm terminally ill, Hayes. I have Aplastic Anemia and those pills you saw me take were just my medications." “I'm dying, Hayes."

I kept growling and crying out loud till i watched the wench leave my house like a leper. The pain I had been feeling for years is spreading now like a cancer, to consume me when it becomes an overflow in my soul. Each passing day wasn't getting any better. My life is on the edge and it's so hellish a feeling to know that your death is pretty imminent and to know that you're going to die in the worst of all ways. Dying in the face of someone who is supposed to protect you, someone who is supposed to love you but instead, the view of you dying gives them so much mirth.

I'm sure some of them are still awake because of work and some of them are already snoring because of a tiring day for them, they are tired but it makes them feel alive. Every time I think about my condition I was hopeless, I feel so hopeless. I'm a sinner and maybe this is one of my punishments, a punishment that can make me suffer even though I'm still alive. I know I've made so many mistakes and I don't think this is too much but I still wanna live. Sometimes I wanna die but now that I'm dying I wanna live, I wanna fucking live. I didn't notice that tears are starting to fall from my eyes, they are racing like they're chasing a prize. I smiled out of nowhere before whipping my tears as I

I wonder fоr a second іf I’m оvеrdоѕіng. Iѕ thіѕ hоw I’m gоіng tо dіе? Choking on thе еdgе оf thе road, my death unrероrtеd bесаuѕе I’m just a hooker, a nobody whо dоеѕn’t matters?

My arms were weak and hard to raise, but I tried to float. Heaviness pushed me deeper into the water. I could feel her hands on my head, refusing to let me out. My stomach kept churning; my oxygen was running out. I was dying. I was letting her kill me. I should fight, I should struggle. I had not ruined my papa or told Nikolai the whole truth yet. I couldn’t die. I can’t die. But it was too late. The last thing I heard was Nikolai’s voice. I was hallucinating his voice even as I died. And then I died.

"D-Daddy!! Ouch! Ohhhh!!" I want to pass out right now. The pain that I felt right now is unbearable. More like I was fucked in the hole with wood with open nails on it. His pills added the burden I feel. Inside me were like exploding thousand volts of pain as it indulged deep done in my bones. Can someone end me please? Like, kill me right now. If living is the same as dying then I'd rather die than to live doubling up the said death. I bit my lower lip as I continued to cry. I felt extremely hopeless right now.

These questions flood into my mind like a broken dam with lots of water. “No! No, no, no!” I yell as I reel in denial. “I can’t be dead! Not like this.” My face scrunches up as tears threaten to spill. I have barely lived and now I’m dead, a ghost apparently, lost in a forest somewhere in the world.

I give them paradise. "At the cost of their existence," Axel said. His dagger was out now, flames flickering along the blade. "They're not living. They're being slowly erased while dreaming about lives they'll never have." *And isn't that better than what you face? Fighting your way to a Core that might not save you? Facing administrators who want you dead? At least here, you die happy.* The buildings around us started to move. The walls rippled like water. The peaceful deadies we'd seen earlier were appearing again but this time their eyes were wrong. Empty. Controlled.

"He's my son, and he's not dead! He's just sulking, that's all!" He broke free of the grip and went back to gathering my body from the ground, pulling it into his arms. "Ronnie, get up right now! Didn't you want me to come? Well, I'm here now, so why are you still putting on this act?" However, I remained completely motionless. Ms. Ritter stood at the edge of the crowd, her face deathly pale and her lips trembling. "This is impossible. How could Ronnie really be dead? I didn't do anything. This has nothing to do with me."