Novel & Cerita I Thought You Were Dead Book

I thought he was dead, what’s going on? I was unable to get the thought out of my head.

He'd eventually found an opportunity to kill me. After my death, I'd lingered as a ghost, unable to move on. I had followed Jack and Kate, watching them live their twisted, off-and-on lives. In the end, they were happy together. It wasn't until Kate botched another surgery and an enraged patient stabbed her in the heart that I saw darkness again. And when I opened my eyes, I was back here, the day before that ill-fated surgery. … Staring at the sterile white ceiling, I could still feel the ache in my abdomen from the pre-op injections.

I stood there for hours, praying to die. Until my neighbor, Mr. Collins, came in the morning to look for Jack. I don't remember exactly what happened. I remember waking up the next day in the hospital. I hated the fact that I was still alive and Jack didn't. I wanted to die more than anything. They had killed my whole life. One shot changed everything. One night changed my life completely. It took more than 6 months before I was able to shake off the incident. I had nightmares every night.

I heard her say in my mind which made me roll my eyes. Something finally clicked in my head causing me to frown, is she supposed to talk to me? I thought I was dead. “Can you hear me?” I asked her, surprised she was still alive. Isn't she supposed to be in my heart? And my heart is supposed to be dead since I am too. My subconscious looked at me from the brim of her glasses which had fallen to her nose. She was reading a book titled “Fifty ways to kill someone” “Silly girl. I'm your conscience. And what do you mean by dead?” She asked me, watching me with a curious look on her face.

I didn't know how much time passed before my body started feeling lighter. When I opened my eyes, I was floating above everything. Had I escaped? Then I looked down. My body was still on the firewood pile. Bruised all over. Neck bent wrong. Head hanging limp like a broken doll. Good news—I'd escaped that village. Bad news—I was already dead. When I got home, Mom was knitting on the couch. Dad stood by the window, anxious. "It's getting late. Why isn't Kaia home yet? What did she say when she called?"

So why? Why am I dying already? I reached out the book from my bag. I was on my way home but I decided to stop by the local bookstore to buy my book. I heard it was trending so I wanted to check it out, then, before I knew it, I got caught in a car crash. I’m dying. I was really dying. Fate was too cruel, it's so unfair. Then it was nothing. The darkness surrounded me and I was certain I drew my last breath. But just then, something miraculous happened.

I had never felt this useless in my entire life. Up until the moment I felt my consciousness fading fully, I was filled with regret. I still had many things I hadn't settled, and there were so many people I wanted to make pay for what they had done to our family. At the last moment, a lithe but gentle-looking silhouette filled my vision, and I felt the world go dark. However, I suddenly felt something wasn't right. My mind was still working, and I could feel thoughts forming clearly in my head. How was I able to still think despite being dead already? Death was supposed to be a void, a place where the pain finally stopped and the thinking ended.

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.

Darkness swallowed me whole, and the last thought that cut through the void was cold and final: We’re dead.

And as they lifted me as the machine roared louder alll I could think was one horrifying, sinking thought: If Luca doesn’t come… I am already dead.