I'm Alive But Im Actually Dying นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Everything feels so off and I am struggling to fight this poison. I can’t die. I won’t die. I have too much to live for. Too much left to fight for. However, despite how I am trying to fight this, the white void is still here all around me. I am still floating and feeling so disconnected from my body. I… I feel like I am dying. Really dying. “Daisy,” I suddenly hear a voice calling my name. The voice is distant and muffled like it is coming from the other side of a thick wall.

After all, he was already dead. “Well, getting a paycheck sounds realistic to me. And besides, if any of this is real, which I'm willing to believe it is, I haven't played video games for nothing, have I? I never imagined having no motivation would work out this way, I think being dead is more fun than being alive.” “I am glad you find being dead enjoyable, but I need to inform you that you need to throw away anything you believe to be true and be prepared to witness the truth of the universe. Mr. Akira, please be ready. The system is computing…

Eveth spent time pull me steos closer to death abd the moon goddess. Poisoning really is a bitch and a slow undesirable and unadvisable death method. I heave. I feel empty and already dead. I survival will is all gone, dead and extinct. I feel a living corpse. All hope is gone. Everything is gone. My only cure and supposed healer is gone. I watch it gradually disperse before my very eye's. I watch a f**king mob stain abs damp it's abilities and usefulness. I watch it all smash and leave the floor to a bacteria infested foamy watcher.

“THIS IS AN ENDLESS CYCLE OF MY PERSONAL HELL AND NIGHTMARE AND I DON’T THINK I’LL BE ABLE TO GET OFF THIS PERSONAL HELL.” “I AM DOOMED TO DIE IN THIS PLACE!!”

But life's cruel irony held me captive, a witness to my own undoing. As the seconds ticked by, I felt life slipping away, like grains of sand cascading through an hourglass. My grasp on reality weakened, and the boundaries of my body seemed to blur. Slowly, inexorably, I crumbled, my body giving in to the crushing weight of exhaustion and suffering. The cold, unfeeling concrete met my cheek, a final touch of solidarity as I surrendered to the inevitable. The specter of death drew near, and as I lay there, broken and defeated, I awaited its embrace with a mix of resignation and longing.

I harshly wiped the tears from my eyes and face, my breath quickened, my vision turned black, it's getting hard to breathe, it feels like getting trapped in a small box without a hole. I blindly searched for my phone but it's not with me. I tried to shout but I couldn't say or see anything!! My body gave up as I fell flat down on the mat with a thud, but I was so busy trying to get oxygen that I didn't even notice the pain in my body. That's it!! It's all over. I'm going to die! But I didn't panic at the thought of dying. I was never to die. If I die then everything will be finished.

I am dead…. ****

I want to shout his name yet, no one comes into my mouth even though I try hard. My tears fall and I feel the hot body of the person beside me. So it means, I'm alive? really really alive, This is not happening, right? What happened? I'm supposed to be dead, but, why am I alive? it's not that I'm complaining or something, but I just wondering, What is happening, I want to ask someone yet, I guess I would like to take a rest first. _______ Zack"

My reactions are slowing. I look at the spot he’s been watching for some time and freeze. The flesh around the wound on my thigh and stomach is burning. Yes, it’s me. I am dying. Again.

Every day here has become one in which I pray to a God, I am no longer sure exists or maybe, true to what the voices in my head have been saying, I’ve actually been abandoned and left to rot here for my sins. My body seems so heavy and so for the fourth time today I pick myself up from the cobblestoned ground and trudge forward, feeling along the walls for anything I could have missed and knowing all the same that there isn’t any big mind blowing clue waiting for me in this dark hell hole. Suddenly a tremor racks through my whole body and that’s when reality hits me; ‘I’m going to die here’ My breathing has become labored, my anxiety resurfacing and clawing at my brain. I can’t die here. I r