Im Dying Gif Novels & Stories

Then even that pain faded into numbness. 'Mission failed. Extermination will initiate soon.' I was not surprised to hear the notification from the system. As waves of cheers and congratulations echoed through the air, I walked over to the lake hidden in the back garden. Then, without hesitation, I jumped. I would rather end my life than wait to die in agony as the system wipes me out. Icy water surrounded me, rushing into my nose. My mind drifted, and it felt like I could see my original parents. 'I'm sorry, Mom, Dad. I won't be able to take care of you in your old age…'

The five of them… closing in. I looked around, but… No escape. My lips trembled. Tears fell uncontrollably. My heart… shattered. So this is how I die… Alone… In the dark… My fingers loosened. The stick slipped from my hand. My body went limp. I didn’t want to struggle anymore. There was no point. Slowly… I closed my eyes. I was waiting… For the pain, for the tearing. For the end. A low growl sounded close to me.

Inside the casket, I couldn't tell night from day. Hunger eventually stripped away what was left of my sanity. I bit at the wood and clawed at the lid over and over, desperate to tear my way out, until every single one of my fingernails ripped completely off my fingers. The already thinning oxygen grew heavy with a suffocating, putrid stench as my own waste started piling. I didn't know how many days had passed when I finally died in agony.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

Furious, Sylvia kicked my mother on the floor a couple more times. In a fit of panic, I lunged forward to shield my mother’s body. Unfortunately, the heel on Sylvia’s shoe still landed squarely on her form. Hearing my mother’s agonized cries, I came to a belated realization: I was dead. I had been dead for seven years. I was just a wandering spirit and powerless to protect anything. “Sylvia, Charles didn’t abandon you! He...” ‘He donated his organs to you and chose death for himself.’

I let my hand drag hastily against the edge, hanging on. My body was closing in on me. I couldn’t breathe anymore. Nothing made sense. My heart slammed harder in my ribs. I’d die this way? Was this the end? Realising I had no hope anymore, hearing laughter erupt within them as they all turned, walking away and leaving me to my doom…

I'm facing now my death. 'G-gello. Meg.' My last word before I lost my conscious. —————————————————————————————————————————— Enjoy Reading! Thank You! God Bless! - ErnEst_odrE_5v -

My brain was already playing that 7-minute streaming of my whole life before dying that everyone talks about. I finally took a deep breath and raised my head to look at him, but as soon as I saw his glowing eyes, my breath caught away. His grey eyes were now hazel in color and looked as if they were glowing. I tried but failed to tear my gaze away from him. The attraction that I was trying to ignore for days knocked me out hard. I knew that my being dead was a matter of a few seconds or minutes (if I was lucky), but why deny anything when I only had a few moments of my life remaining?

The pain was excruciating. People say that your life will flash before your eyes when you're about to die. But the only thing I saw was him, smiling at me with his trademark silly grin. At that moment, I was like a flower being plucked from its mother plant. Unable to move, sad to leave, knowing my death was close. Helpless. A tear rolled down my bloody face. My body shut down, giving up on itself. I die.

He asked in wonder as he turned to look back at us, and he looked at himself in shock, seeing that his hands were starting to fade. I was too stunned to speak, and both OJ and Marcella were curious to know what was going on. "Am I dying? Damn, I guess this is it." The panicking guy said and looked at us for the last time and smiled, and he said, "Good luck with your lives, gays! I guess this is my final adiós. Ciao!" "Goodbye!" OJ and I muttered, still shocked with what we had witnessed, and he totally disappeared.