I'm Dead Inside Meme Novels & Stories

nothing. I died.

His forehead furrowed. "It's your birthday but you forgot?" I chuckled awkwardly. "I don't celebrate birthdays anymore, especially when mommy died. I can't find a reason to celebrate my birthday anymore. I was also surprise when dad came." "What do you mean you can't find a reason? Giving you another year to live isn't that a reason?" I smiled bitterly at him. "Yes I am alive outside but Rio ... I am already dead inside." I said and let go of her hug and quietly returned to the table.

Nothing major. This is it. Rock. Bottom. Like, bottom of the Mariana Trench, level rock bottom. I’m a sentient heartbreak meme. My boyfriend is a cheating sex icon. My uterus is never going to see the creation of life. And the highlight of my week is that my little sister hasn’t died — yet. That’s where we are. That’s the bar.

I still can’t accept the fact that I am sick, horrible sick, mentally. Trying to distract myself, I tried checking things on social media. It only made me feel worse. My face is all over it with a lot of memes and everything. People hate me so much that they want me dead. It’s devastating. I closed everything after seeing so much and tried watching some movies. I fell asleep without me knowing and woke up hungry. My eyes opened slowly and was startled for someone who is inside my room, silently sitting at the side of my bed staring at me.

" Wake up! Wake up!" I immediately get up when I heard a voice. My heart was beating so fast. Cold sweats pouring down from my forhead. For some unknown reason, my tears suddenly poured because of fear. Another impulsive move from me, I suddenly hug him and cry on his shoulder. I feel that he stiffened but he didn't refused. My dream was still fresh in my mind. The war, the voices who are asking for help, the blood, dead people ,and the two innocent people died in the hands of vampire . I'm so scared watching them fighting and killing each other. I feel like my dream is real.

but it’s too late the weird thing about this is that you can see your body inside the coffin, then it is even weirder when you attend your own funeral I can see my friends crying, my former classmates, and finally, my ex over there crying because of my loss “John Carl why did you die suddenly? I will help you rank up on Mobile Legends, right!?”-David (crying) I’m stronger than you! “Poor you. I know stupid people like you die easily but it’s too early.” - Phil “Sorry !!! sorry John Carl !! I know you were hurt when I turned you down but I hope you let me apologize first!!- Dessa (crying)

I exclaimed, laughing hysterically. “That would be the most epic way to die, don’t you think?” He said as he wiggled his eyebrows at me. “You’re not going to die with your dick inside of me.” I said as I looked down. “We’re about 15 seconds from dying anyways.” I shrugged. “What about just a solid thrust. Not actually fucking, but just having my dick comfortably inside of you.” He said as he tilted his head and smirked. “Keep dreaming.” I said as I gave him a playful look.

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.”

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d

She has no idea that that's what I've been struggling with this whole time. "The thing about me is, if I were to go over there now, as I am, they'd know something was up. My status over there is deceased; dead. I died trying to pass my Testing, even though it went nothing like how it was supposed to be for anyone else." I scrubbed my face, trying to regain feeling in my right hand. "So you're a bit like someone else I know." the girl says instead, and I freeze. "What do you mean?" I ask instead. "One of my friends went through the System and the Testing just like you. And she's still alive."