Novel & Cerita I Thought You Were Dead Book

Naomi's Perspective After I died, my soul did not leave immediately. When I looked down and saw my body buried in the garden soil, I neither screamed nor panicked. A few weeks ago, Adrian and I had another fight, so I ran back to my mom’s house—only to end up being be murdered. "Lily was the reason we got into a fight," Adrian said coldly. "You've already taken her place in this family, and now that she needs your blood, you actually want to refuse?"

And in this case, I did not have to think about who would survive and who would not. Maybe the others would win. Perhaps not. But I did not care. What difference does it make when someone dies? It would not bring my innocence back, nor would it change what happened to me, so I was going to think about it again and again until by manifestation, they were dead and buried somewhere far away. It was not like I would get bored, anyway.

A strong wave of deja vu hit me so hard I almost gagged. I've been here before. I know this day. I know this moment. I got off the bed and stumbled to the mirror, lifting my shirt, expecting to see what was left of my bosom after the doctors had tried to save me last night. I was expecting to see scars and burns, the mess that came from last night when I died. But there was nothing. Just smooth skin. No bruises and no blood. What the fuck was going on? What was happening to me? Had all those years, all those experiences been a dream?

Press it lightly against my chest. There it is. That second pulse. Not painful this time. Not sharp. Just… there. Steady. Present. Like something alive. I frown slightly. My fingers press a little more. It doesn’t go away. Draven is dead. The thought comes quietly. Not as loud as before. Not as sharp. Just… there. He’s dead. I swallow. My throat feels tight. You said it yourself. You accepted it. My fingers curl slightly against my shirt.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I listened to them speak, eventually freezing into ice. Silence grew once more in the room. However, the temperature was still dropping. My mind grew even hazier. 'Mom, I'm coming to you. I'm sorry. I can't live on. I'm sorry...' I was dead. I died. I died in that icy basement they locked me in. As the last shreds of warmth fled my body, I thought to myself, 'If there is a next life, I don't want to see them again.' However, I never realized my mind would stay past my death.

“Maybe it’s an illusion, Eris, your mind probably brought that thought to your mind because of the setting. You said something happened there, right?” “Yes.” I forced the tears out of my mouth, blocked the tears, and it all felt like gathering in my chest. “There was shooting, and everyone was running, trying to hit, there was broken glass from cars.” “That must’ve been the reason you thought he was there. Your mind might have created that, and then you saw him.” “It felt real.” “Like he was right there, but it was dark.” “He’s dead. Remember, Abbot is dead, Eris.”

His warmth steadied me, reminding me I wasn’t alone. Yet the mark burned hotter, pulsing in rhythm with my heart. And in that rhythm, a whisper slithered through my thoughts, soft and poisonous. You cannot stop what is already awake. I blinked hard, banishing the voice, but my stomach turned cold. Because deep down, I knew the truth. The dead had only begun to rise.

It can’t be. I thought he was dead. No. I was sure he was dead.

If she came to him, if she really came to him, it could only mean that she is dead. That idea lodged in his heart and corrodes him with every thought. He can not stop thinking about how terrible that fact would be if it were true, and if this girl is the real Sarah, her death would undoubtedly be in his hands. But am I really dead!? Ted thinks at that moment. He always remembered that everyone talked about how when you die, you mysteriously can't remember the way you died, but in his case, that couldn't be further from reality. In his case, he perfectly understands the way he died.

Varun: "Yes do whatever you feel like, and If you want to talk you can and if you want to sleep you can do that too" Alizeh: "I know that I can talk to you. I just don't want to do anything right now, I feel like dying, should I die?" Varun: "Yes I tried that a few days back, instead kill me!" Alizeh: "What? Are you kidding me Varun? Is this true?" Varun: "Yes it is" Alizeh: "WTF yaar, don't talk to me know please!" Varun: "Oyee, what happened?"