I'm Dead Inside Meme Novels & Stories

Author's Note: Bonus story guys. I'm uploading a new story here, hope you like it. Liam I’M DEAD . That’s the thought that went through my head when I saw her leave the same building that I was just in. I’m dead, and I have gone to heaven.

I didn't dare get too close to my gruesome corpse, yet I desperately wanted to hug the poor, lonely self hanging there. Inside the house was a happy family made of Dad, Mom, and Bella, with the occasional sound of Bella's giggles and Mom's gentle voice lulling her to sleep. Outside the house were my soul and my corpse, completely forgotten by the world.

Why won't you believe me? The floating comments immediately flooded across my vision. [Smart! Don't go in there! The second you step inside, you're dead!]

Vivian died alone in her home, her body not discovered until it had already begun to rot. Only then did a question arise within me. After the deaths of my parents and Vivian, I never saw their souls. So why did I remain? The system finally appeared and answered my doubt. It said it had seen how painful my life had been, and how tragic my death was. So it used its power to keep my soul intact, allowing me to witness their downfall with my own eyes. Now that they were all gone… it was time for me to let go and be reborn.

"My mom stayed over and messed it up, so I replaced it." He sounded totally normal. Not a crack in his voice. "Anyway, I booked us a place for tonight. Dress up, okay? I wanna see my gorgeous wife properly." I hung up, but the longer I sat with it, the worse it felt. Finally, I posted on social media: [Just got back from a six-month business trip. Found my hamster dead, lungs completely black. Suspect someone's been smoking at home—or worse. Should I suspect my husband of cheating?]

They were human, men I'd known for days, men who had once been filled with life and power, but now, they were nothing. I think I was in shock. If I'd been myself, I'd be hiding from Finn. But I was too broken. By the time Finn knocked on the doorframe and peeked inside, I hadn't moved. I was still in the same place, still dirty, still shattered. People believe death happens when you stop breathing when your eyes close for good. But the truth is, not everyone who dies lies in a grave. Even an eighteen-year-old girl in the bathroom of a ruthless murderer who kidnapped her and swore to keep her alive can be dying inside, every second of her life slipping away, and no one knows.

Looking at it, I smiled wryly and said with a heavy heart, "It's meaningless now. I don't mind cutting that piece of flesh away. Just go ahead with the skin graft." After what happened during the earthquake today, I'd finally realized that there was no longer a future for us. Just then, my phone rang. It was Meghan. Why was she calling me now? Did she finally remember me after settling her first love in? I secretly flashed a bitter smile. My fingertip hovered over the screen for a long time before I finally answered. "Darling, where are you? I heard the earthquake around your company was really bad. Are you okay? Why haven't you come home yet?"

The housekeeper walked up to him and said with a heavy voice, “Boss, the attack was very sudden. We couldn’t find Madam’s body.” Lloyd’s eyes lit up. “No body? Then, how do you know Nelly’s dead?” “The staff said she didn’t leave with them. Someone saw her get shot in the chest. She probably didn’t survive.” “Why didn’t she run?” Lloyd asked. But no one had an answer. Just then, Lloyd’s assistant ran up to him. “Boss, you need to see the video Madam posted.” [I’m letting you go so you can be with each other. Goodbye.]

“But this is something I can do. And The Wolf, he’s disgusting. He needs to disappear. The world needs this. It’s something I can contribute.” Will nearly growled in frustration. “Why aren’t you listening? Why insist on being the martyr. It’s the coward’s way out.” Marie started. “A coward?” “Listen,” he said, his voice soft and smooth and assuring. “That isn’t what I meant to say. Of course you aren’t a coward. I was just trying-” “I get up every day knowing that my daughter is dead.” “Marie.” She felt her face flush. Felt it burn. Wondered briefly if Aleta’s had burned when she experienced the things The Wolf had done. Pain and shame and hatred had a way of turning the world red.

Jemmy asked softly. " Well... I think she does sometimes but she's not at fault. " " And, why did you say that? " " Well, I am being a burden to them, so. I think I deserve the treatment I am getting. " " Even if it kills you? " " What do you mean? " Essy asked wide Eyes. " Aren't you aware that Dying isn't sometimes physical? " " Meaning? " " There are lots of people out there who are dead emotionally and mentally. They are like living dead. "