I'm Dead Inside Meme Novels & Stories

my lips twitched in pity as I faked sadness, "You'll simply die." "Don't be as stupid as the man in the next room." I said while shaking my head, "He chose his loyalty over his life, and do you know what that got him?" Her eyebrows furrowed as if trying to analyze my words, "Probably all his bones are now broken, half of his skin is not even attached to his body anymore, the flesh of his nose touched his mouth-" I slightly winced at the image, "And I really can't point out the position of one of his eyes anymore." My lips pursed, "And you know what the best part?" I wasn't waiting for an answer, "I got to hear his screams as the acid flowed into his blood and slowly ripped him from inside as

Face down beside a stack of canned chickpeas, because apparently in the new hierarchy of useful objects, chickpeas outrank doomscrolling. Then she looks toward the living room. “Dex?” she calls. “Yeah?” His voice comes back warm, distracted. “What are you watching?” “A guy tried to jump over a barbecue.” “And?” “He did not respect the barbecue.” Maya closes her eyes for half a second. There. Normal Dex. Normal apartment. Normal idiot internet content. The world outside still pretending it is not on a countdown. The voice is inside her. Lovely. “Identify yourself,” she says.

One tragedy after another had occurred this week, and my nerves were frayed to their limit. "It'll be okay. Everything will definitely be okay. You already called the police, right? They're on their way. They'll be fine." The words had barely left his lips when my phone rang. I answered it, and Delia's crazed, unhinged voice came through the line. "They're all dead," she exclaimed before bursting into deranged laughter. "They're all dead! Dead!" Then the call was abruptly cut off. When I tried calling again, the phone had been switched off once more.

He frowned and muttered, "She won't even pick up her phone because she's sulking! All she does is make her elders worry. She's not mature at all, unlike Zoe!" "I'm already dead. Wouldn't you get a heart attack from fright if I actually did answer?" I was used to talking back to him, but I felt like I had made a mistake once the words slipped out of my mouth. "You don't even know that I'm dead." He would enjoy the silence now that I wasn't around. A couple of years might actually go by without him realizing that I was dead. My dad would worry if he were out of contact with Zoe even for a couple of minutes.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

The memory was vivid, as it was tied to someone I couldn’t easily forget. Roman Lysander. I hadn’t spoken to him since his visit to our office four weeks ago, but his rich, commanding voice still echoed in my mind. That day, his words had made my stomach knot with an intensity I hadn’t anticipated. I hadn't allowed myself to fully acknowledge the physical impact his presence had on me, but it was impossible to ignore.

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he slams the last time before cuming inside me. Fuckkk this men is the reason behind my mental illness one day…..

“Like the dead.” I groaned inwardly the moment the words left my mouth. What a crappy phrase to use considering before long I actually would be dead, and at the hands of her oldest son, nonetheless. The irony was bittersweet and if I wasn’t on the receiving end of it, I might’ve actually laughed.

I smiled at Jean, pouring my adoration of the piece into every part of my body. Memento Mori which meant, in Latin, remember that you will die. That was the embodiment of Eiecrunt. Live fast and hard. Enjoy every waking moment you had because one day it could all cease to be. It showed me that I was lucky to get out of the hell I was in. Escape my fate time and time again. All because I wanted to live. Wanted to feel more. One day I would die and hopefully, my mates would be by my side. "I love it!" Adelia exclaimed beside me, her breath reeking of Alcohol. I giggled and Teagan leaned over to take hers.