Imagine Dying Couldn't Be Me Novels & Stories

I walked back to my bed, I had no strength anymore, everything had gone down the toilet. "Oh my goodness! I'm so dead! So freak dead! Is this how freaking dying is?" I said to myself. I haven't accomplished anything, I haven't done that one thing I want to do so badly. Why do I have to be in this condition now? Slowing a lukewarm liquid ran down my face. Geez! Was that a tear? Why will I be tearing up just because I can't stop purging? Freaking nonsense! There was a knock on the door and I just stared at the door communicating through my mind but that's impossible because the person at the other side of the door isn't connected. The knock started again.

I told them and they both sighed in relief. The thirteenth day after Zack’s death is almost here and it’s driving me insane. I saw Dorothy and Lulu’s death. I felt like I have to choose again and up to now I haven’t saved Beatrice’s and Engr. Murray’s soul. They are nowhere to be found.

It's impossible, how can one live like this? "It's just a day, Davinia. You won't die" I can't do this.

If not for that solution that I devised, them I was sure that I'd have either been in his position or if have really died. The thoughts of dying made my heart skipped, and it made me shake to my bones. It was a very bad thought, one that made me shiver up to my bones. Even though I didn't want to think about it, I just couldn't stop it. The weird thoughts kept on rushing into my head, without stopping, and I tightened my grip around my body. It's have been so painful if I had died, because I literally have so many people that will be so hurt if I ever die now.

I chuckled lightly. “You sound different,” I teased. “And you look just as gorgeous as the first day I met you,” his tone softened. “Don't pity me, I'll be fine. Nothing can happen to me,” I said, even though I personally didn't believe my own words. The thought of dying should frighten me. But somehow I felt so pissed at Nuel and Cicada. And there was nothing more I wanted to do than see their hearts ripped out of their chest. “Can you do something for me?” I asked.

"I don't want to die… Mom, dad, please not now. I know, I should have just let him have his way with me, right? But I just can't… I can't…" I sobbed some more, then continued, "I don't think he's going to let me die, though. He needs me, right? He won't just let me die like that. Well, I hope so. What if his ex comes back today… or maybe tomorrow. Then I'm dead meat for sure." I let out a small laugh, void of any form of emotion.

God, I was gonna die in here for real. "Skye, are you dying?" Everything inside me dropped as tears streamed down my very eyes. No. God, no. why me?? Why does it always have to be me? I didn’t call Tasha. I called him. Rye. Of all people. Shit. “I’m not…” My breath hitched painfully. “I’m dying…” "Well then, that's good. You're meeting my expectations." He chuckled softly while I struggled to breathe. "Rye...I'm..really. I'm really

My hair and teeth have fallen out. My body is burning alive from the inside. Damn dying hurts This feeling is worse than any death. I always imagine death to be quick and easy. Of course the fat ugly loser that I am couldn't even get that right. So here I lay alone, cold but burning patiently waiting for death to make his arrival. I wonder if death is a man or woman; a bitch or a bastard? Maybe it’s neither. Hell it could just be an entity that just get kicks out watching lives end. And what a horrible end I met.

I whispered before stabbing myself in the chest. The trembling in my body intensified into violent spasm as I collapsed to my death. This time, I didn’t even feel the darkness. My body jerked back alive even faster than the other times, refusing to stay dead! “No! No! Please let me die! Let me stay dead!” I cried, turning to the darker version of me. “Why can’t I stay dead? I just need to stay dead… I can’t bear this pain anymore… this sin— I can’t carry it anymore… I am tired…”

Marcus There are fates worse than death, and I was relieving it every day for the last, I don’t know how long. My life has turned into a nightmare that I can’t seem to wake up from, and I can’t end it because I don’t have the necessary tools to do so. If one could wish themselves dead, I would have gladly done so. David is currently out. I think, I can never tell, but I am glad for the reprieve.