I Wish My Mom Was Dead Book Novels & Stories

I called Dad's number. It rang three times before he hung up. Then I called Mom. It rang and rang, but no one picked up. I lay down and turned my head to look at the streetlight outside. It went out, the way a candle goes out when someone blows on it. “Happy birthday, Elena.” “I hope my sister Iris stays healthy and happy.” “I made my last wish, and my mind slowly went dark.”

I would've been better off if he'd died the second he was born! My mind went completely blank. I had never imagined that Mom hated me so much that she wished I had never existed. But Mom, I had really left this world. The moment I pushed her away, the truck rolled right over me. When that immense weight crushed down on my body, every organ inside me trembled. And even then, I was thinking about who would take care of Mom after I was gone. The despair I had felt before death engulfed me once again. But this time, I no longer had any belief left to keep me alive.

"Alright, you can leave now. I still need to deal with the mess on the floor, or it'll soak through the floorboards and ruin the building structure." Despite Mom saying that, her trembling hands still betrayed her. "Open up the tank!" "No way! You have no right to open it, even if you're the police!" Mom was very stubborn and insistent as she lunged at the lid of the tank, threatening to kill herself if they dared to open the lid. I floated in the air, watching everything with a desolate feeling. Shouldn't Mom be the first one to try and save me from my watery grave? If she did that, perhaps there would still be a small sliver of hope that I was still alive.

First wish: I hoped my mother wouldn’t kill me. Cause of death: Disembowelment by my mother. Status: Wish granted, effective immediately. Second wish: I hoped the company could successfully overcome its crisis. Cause of death: Jumping off a building. Status: Wish restricted, not approved.

I hadn't driven that day, and if I didn't leave soon, I'd miss the last subway train. "My life is so miserable! My husband died young, and now my daughter doesn't want me either! I might as well die!" Mom shouted and suddenly ran to the center of the road.

He looks at me and sighs. “My mom is the only one who can touch that book, she was gifted with the power to foresee. Even she already sees that she and my father will die, she keeps her mouth shut as she follows the destiny they have. I should have known her better. She is one of the loveliest people I have ever met. I was so lucky to have a mother like her. That book died as her owner died but look at it, it shines again the moment you touched it.” I look at the book and it shines; it is like blinking on me.

For a moment, I wanted nothing more than to die right there. Well, I had already died once. What could possibly be worse than that? Mom saw the anguish on my face. She cursed under her breath, then slapped me hard across my swollen cheek. "Who are you trying to fool with this pitiful act? You know exactly what kind of filth you are." My lips twisted into a bitter smile. Through gritted teeth, I said, "I’ll have the abortion. If you don’t want to see me again, we’ll cut ties. I’ll disappear from your lives forever."

Now it makes more sense that the council that’s been standing for years suddenly crumbled, it’s been her, all along. I drop my head against the bars, letting the silver sear my skin, because it’s easier than thinking about the truth. Mother’s dead, Sasha dead too, and me, chained like an animal, waiting for a witch who’s been haunting my dreams. For the first time in a long time, I feel small to fight this. Even too small to matter.

As I watched her take off her shoes, I instinctively stepped forward, ready to hang up her coat. It was my duty in this family. Standing before her, I spoke softly, "I was wrong. I'll work even harder in the future. Will you forgive me?" However, my words faded into the air. My mom did not hear a thing. Instead, she frowned slightly in irritation. "My ears suddenly feel itchy. Am I getting sick?" I stood there awkwardly, lowering my head to look at my own transparent body. I had almost forgotten. I was already dead, and no one could hear the words of the dead.

"I don't really know what to feel about that. All I know is I can’t judge Hunter for doing what he did. He was just a boy who had lost his mom, had an absentee father and was about to lose his twin brother. If it were me, I think I would've done the same thing," "Me too," She said. "When my dad died, I actually wished someone would wake him up for me. I prayed for a genie in a lamp for nights" She laughed before she continued. "So I could rub it and make that wish. Sometimes when bad things happen, we make wishes that were never supposed to be made" I nodded in agreement with what she had said. "It's better to let the dead be dead," "True," My phone began ringing again and when I checked, it