Im Dying Gif Novels & Stories

There's so much I haven't done yet. There's so much I haven't felt yet. A stream of hot tears flow down my cheeks. "I really don't want to die, especially not here. And not like this." I choke on the lucrid smell of my burning flesh, as I watch my legs disappear alongside a part of my abdomen. "Anybody out there, I don't want to die... please..." I beg whatever god would lend an ear to my broken pleas. “Me…lin…da. I’m…so.. sorry…”

It will scream and give up, right now I can’t even sit up anymore, and my body is finally giving up as I slowly close my eyes. The images of Jackson flash through my mind, the twins, Roxy, family, everyone, images that are keeping me company while my body slowly gives up, dying. I am grateful, while it isn’t Jackson in person, the visions help. They comfort me. He is smiling and happy. I know the end is coming, and I am begging for it to come quickly.

Vaughn add, turning off the gas. I take slow sips from my coffee, my eyes fixed on my phone which I'm slowly swiping through. “I already told you that I'm too young to die. And food poisoning is not going to kill me. Take that poison away. Please, thank you.” I plead with him this time with a dying need in my voice.

How could a dead person have pushed her? However, Dad believed her. He walked over and gently wrapped his arms around Ms. Ritter. "Don't cry, I'm here. I won't let him bully you anymore," he said as he patted her back. I froze abruptly and stared at Dad in a daze. He looked at my body lying on the floor with disgust. "Since he's so determined to play dead and get out of donating blood, then I won't cover for him either. Get back every drop that was spilled—insert the needle and draw his blood again. Let's see how much longer he can keep up this act!"

I need air! Impossibly, I hear echoes of grunting, almost like laughter, as I fall to my knees. My mind is playing tricks on me, but it's strangely comforting when I feel the warmth of my own tears streaming down my cheeks. At this moment, I am aware that I'm dying, yet I hopelessly continue gulping for relief in my lungs.

His face twisted in agony, his hands clawing at the air as if trying to grasp something—anything—to hold onto life. He looked down at the gaping hole in his chest, where his heart had been just moments before, his expression filled with disbelief and terror. His body convulsed violently, a grotesque dance of death as his life slipped away. Blood bubbled up from his mouth, gushing out with each desperate, choking breath. His skin paled, taking on an ashen hue, and I could see the light fading from his eyes.

I am dead…. ****

“The one I’ve been waiting for. Your strength will be mine...” “Screw you,” I spat, through gritted teeth. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. My heart raced faster, the sound deafening in my ears. I don’t want to die. No, I don’t want to die. The pain intensified, and my vision began to fade. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. And then... nothing. My heart stopped. Darkness consumed me as I drew my last breath.

A sharp, paralyzing pain consumed me, and blood began to ooze from my mouth. As I collided with the ground, my world decelerated. Numbness enveloped my body. Suddenly, the surrounding sounds grew faint and indistinct. My vision blurred, and I observed Romin positioning himself to unleash a victorious howl, signaling to the world. Is this the end? Am I about to die? My eyelids grew heavy. It seemed like my demise was swiftly approaching. Whatever unfolded, I was prepared. Ready to depart from this world. Ready to reunite with my family. Perhaps, that would be a better outcome.

I coughed out blood repeatedly, then fell to the ground. “My life isn’t worth anything… not if Dark dies. Let me go instead,” I whispered with a soft smile. “Just let him live.” I touched the surface of the water with trembling fingers, my breath slowing. “If I could just see him… one last time,” I murmured as everything faded to black.