Im Dying Gif Novels & Stories

"You're the poison in my life, and I'll kill you to be free." Gina's struggles grew weaker, her hits becoming mere slaps as her oxygen-starved brain fogged. Her vision blurred, her lips turning a ghostly pale. She felt her life force ebbing away, her consciousness slipping into darkness. Despite her fading strength, she continued to flail at Rick's hands, but it was a losing battle. Her body began to go limp, her eyes shut.

It was very scary! The red timer on the television was still ticking. Seeing the remaining 30 seconds fly by, Jack’s cold and hoarse voice sounded like the countdown of death. “Twenty-nine.” “Twenty-eight.” … “Ahhh! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!” Watching Adalind let out a miserable cry, the live broadcast room was boiling. “You still don’t want to die? Did those homeless people want to die? !” “This b*tch, hurry up and die!”

He called several bodyguards to stand guard over the freezer’s door and ordered them coldly, “If she doesn’t apologize, don’t let her out even if she dies.” When the door shut in my face, the cold and the darkness enveloped me. In the beginning, the freezer was at a normal temperature, and I could endure it. But ten minutes later, the temperature dropped so quickly that I trembled in the cold and cried out for help. In just a moment, I felt as if my blood had frozen over, and I could not breathe anymore. My heart, too, stopped beating. In the end, I died in the freezer. This time, no one kicked the door open and called out to me.

Trembling, I lowered my face to his side, the scent of his lifeblood mingling with the metallic tang of death. His hand, coated in crimson, weakly reached out towards me, his eyes flickering with a mix of pain and love. I could see the struggle etched upon his face, his breath shallow and laboured. He wanted to say something, to impart his final wisdom or perhaps offer solace in the face of our shared devastation. But all that escaped his lips was a raspy, blood-tinged gurgle.

I’m going to die. And nobody’s coming to save me.

Oh shit! I'm dead. So very dead.

“Then we lose clean shutdown.” *Do it,* I told it. >> INITIATING CORE TERMINATION SEQUENCE. The graph began to collapse. Not violently. It's more like a star imploding. Edges folding. Nodes integrating. All the complexity boiled down toward a single point. My chest tightened. Half empathy. Half relief. In the chair, my muscles twitched. “Clara?” Niko’s voice snapped. “You still with us?” “Yes,” I managed. “Watching… a god die.” A beat.

Death. "God if you are hearing me, I need a miracle." I whispered in desperation not ready to die as I breathed my last breath hoping it was not too late. As I died an unexpected thing then happened...

“Dying should come with a disclaimer. deaths only solve part of the problem or the cause of the problem; the things they stir still remain.” My bitter laugh echoes in the space before tears flood my eyes. I can no longer disguise my hostility with laughter and crude jokes. With a quick sniffle, I continue before I lose my nerve. “So, couple of questions…you know, since you have time on your hands now and, let us face it, the rigour mortis has set in, so…can’t really hit me as good as you used to, can you?” A chuckle leaves me. Goddamn, why is my audience a bunch of dead people?

72 ADRIA’S POV I didn’t know if that was what dying felt like but I did know that it was peaceful and at that moment, dying didn’t seem so bad. I had seen everyone. My mum, Lucien, my best friends and Monica was dead and I hated the feeling that made me feel I was going to be weak forever. Just when I let go completely something burning hot was poured through my lips. It was so hot that it spread around my tongue with an intense, burning heat and traveled down my throat spreading the heat there.