I'm Dead Inside Meme Novels & Stories

TW: mention of cases and different crimes That's not true. I won't believe that! He's not dead! "Take back what you said, Jennifer. He's not dead, he can't be," I solemnly whispered. Depressive and heavy breaths were released in emptiness. It's too heavy on my chest and it seems like I can't handle the feeling at any time. "Take it back!" "My husband isn't dead yet. How can you say that to me?!" I scolded. It was as if something was blocking my throat because I couldn't breathe properly, the weight was heavy to feel. It felt like it was repeatedly and relentlessly punching my chest.

She had escaped from the crypt. "He's not dead! He's not dead!" Daphne threw herself onto the coffin, pounding on the lid like a woman possessed, her voice so shredded it was barely human. "Stellan isn't dead! He's not dead! He's not dead! You can't bury him! He's really not dead!" The chapel erupted. Everyone stared at Daphne in shock, then at the coffin, then at each other.

It was too much fun to see and hear her unfiltered like this to waste such a good opportunity. I wasn't a first-class jerk. "No, I'm not insane; the insane one is someone who consumes that kind of stuff. But well... who am I to judge?" "Oh, please! Don't hit me with the Michael Jackson meme, it's too worn out and old... I don't know, update it with a funnier meme." I couldn't believe she was already daring to say something to me.

he asked the live viewers with a humming tone. I winced when the Live Suicide notification rang multiple times, so I drew my gaze to it despite knowing what would happen to me. Comment box: @Clark Dallas: He is going to be killed! He is going to be killed! He is going to be killed! . He is going to be killed! He is going to be killed! He is going to be killed! . @Zeus Gomez Death! Death! Death! @Jean Coast Just kill him already. I’ve read a lot more comments, but practically all of them seem to look forward to my demise.

A strong grip on his elbow. Deyquan shook him. “Bullshit. You can walk outta this thing with me. So those other folks died. Shit. People die all the time. Deal with your inner whatever, put it to rest . . . and walk the hell outta here with me. We’ll go home; get trashed . . . cry and shit, or whatever. Just don’t . . . ” “Deyquan.”

I'm dead to my environment and I'm okay with it. If I'm gonna stay die here, I'd rather die this way. A numb emotionless nostalgic broken teen.

"Open wide." Kill me.

My brain went blank. Oh my fucking God. I was dead. Grace, you’re a goner.

Dre: I'm starting to get worried you’re so quiet the last two days Are you getting cold feet on me? if you don’t want to visit, i understand just please don’t shut me out Dre: okay I’m lying i actually do not understand and I'm going insane just send me something that says you’re alive baby, I'm begging you at this point

BEEP… BEEP-BEEP… BEEP… MY vision is blurry. I hear voices murmuring next to me. A sheet. A white sheet. There’s a white sheet over my face. There’s a white sheet over my face? THERE’S A FUCKING WHITE SHEET OVER MY FACE! OH MY GOD! I’M DEAD! I scramble to get away from the light. No light! No tunnel! Fuck you, tunnel, I’m not coming in! “No!” I yell, fighting the gauze between the worlds. “I’m not dead! I’m not dead! I’m not dead yet, fuckers! I’m not going! I’m not ready! I’m too young! I haven’t even tried anal sex yet!”