I'm Alive But Im Actually Dying Novels & Stories

The pain still shoots through out my entire body and I stumble to the ground. This is dying,realization came with clarity. This is probably how it feels to be dying. I manage to push myself up onto my elbows, such a simple motion leaves me gasping for air. My vision swims, the world is spinning, but I force myself to stay conscious. If I’m going to die out here, which I probably will, then I will be dying on my own terms.

“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!!”

Unable to believe what I've heard, unwanting to accept it, I hear my name cried back, full of pain and sorrow but alive. "Chilli!" My heart skips a beat, fucking hell I thought he was dead. He is alive, for now. And now I'm dead, now Pauline is going to make me pay for this, I am so dead.

Don't Say You Love me - Fifth Harmony 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 Crushed! Die! Down! Dying! How to describe my current condition. I'm down. I feel like dying. I did not expect my fate ended tragically like this. Who wants herself like this? Nothing! Only one thing I can do. Cry! After three days of slumping, I shut myself in the room and could only cry. I remember, for three days, only one meal entered my stomach. Miraculously my stomach always feels full.

This way of life fucking chose me. Rest in peace Aliyah… my fucking angel. My queen. I sighed, taking my eyes off from the floor. I needed to get my head back into the fucking game, before my own ass was on the line. It felt like I was a dead man walking. It felt like my life had no purpose left in it. It felt like I was better off dead. Like being dead would be the only way to end the pain and suffering that I was experiencing right now.

If someone didn’t give me water soon, I was going to chew my own cheek just to get moisture. “HELLO?” I screamed for what had to be the hundredth time. My voice echoed sharply off the stone walls. “ANYONE OUT THERE? I’M DYING. OR MAYBE ALREADY DEAD. IF I AM, THIS IS A STUPID AFTERLIFE!” Nothing. I sucked in a shaky breath and shouted again, louder, “HEY! YOU KNOW WHAT? I’M STARTING TO TALK TO MYSELF. IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT? YOU WANT A CRAZY HOSTAGE? BECAUSE I’M GETTING THERE FAST!”

As my entire world comes crashing down in one ball of fire, I make my way bursting through the crowds that seem to have only but grown in the past five minutes. It feels like I am suffocating; I am slowly choking on the very breath that is supposed to keep me alive. I am dying inside, and god, it fucking hurts. This time it hurts even more than the first.

Is that a reason why I am alright to die now? Is my present not needed anymore? Is that why the comic and this world is killing me? i can't stop thinking what should happen to me if i didn't go to the west but what could i possibly do now i will die tomorrow this cold and dark place i can't see any hope that we will leave the rotten smell of this place is littering in my body i know that i smell like dead people but i don't really care suddenly i feel like my senses shuts down all i care right now is to die in peace i want to die quietly maybe i should ask them to just stab me with their sword i don't care how many times they want to do it but at least i will not feel that my body is being b

I wanted to talk to someone so bad. But I remember I have no phone and nothing to keep me out of boredom right now. Is this how my life is going to continue? I am going to die probably at this point. Someone help. Lea or whatever you are, please be alive and come back. Only you can get me out of this.

God, I was gonna die in here for real. "Skye, are you dying?" Everything inside me dropped as tears streamed down my very eyes. No. God, no. why me?? Why does it always have to be me? I didn’t call Tasha. I called him. Rye. Of all people. Shit. “I’m not…” My breath hitched painfully. “I’m dying…” "Well then, that's good. You're meeting my expectations." He chuckled softly while I struggled to breathe. "Rye...I'm..really. I'm really