Imagine Dying Couldn't Be Me Novels & Stories

But I can’t afford to leave him, but I will die if I stay. What if I die? Will they be happy? Am I such a worthless person, so I should just die? Maybe they would be even happier if I lost. Everyone hates me, especially my parents, I don’t know why they are so mad. I do everything they want, but why do I still seem to be wrong?

I could die and no one would care. But I didn’t want to die. No, I can’t die. I didn’t suffer for so many years to just die without escaping from this hellhole. I let that thought fester in my mind until I couldn’t hold it anymore. My vision blurred. My chest tightened. My limbs went slack. And then everything went dark. ***

Don't Say You Love me - Fifth Harmony 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 Crushed! Die! Down! Dying! How to describe my current condition. I'm down. I feel like dying. I did not expect my fate ended tragically like this. Who wants herself like this? Nothing! Only one thing I can do. Cry! After three days of slumping, I shut myself in the room and could only cry. I remember, for three days, only one meal entered my stomach. Miraculously my stomach always feels full.

It was now too much for him to bare. "Imagine this. Say you met someone the other day, a random person. Who’s to say that’s not the next Imboko, ready to skin you alive? If I was to be endowed with all of the mind-set of that person…I wouldn’t care if I died, as long as I took them with me.

Not a harp in sight, unless you're that way inclined. It's the ultimate in self-employment. A Renaissance fair writ large. Do what comes naturally because nobody really cares. And my place in this pantomime? I'm with the bureau of Mortality. If there's one thing I know it's how horrible it can be to die. So... so once I'd done my time in Limbo and... I won't say been healed because that would be an outright lie, rather... once I'd learned to stop screaming and... No.

Everything goes blurry when I hear the last words they say to me before walking out. “He did not make it. We tried the best we can.” My world is falling. I have no purpose to be here anymore. I want to die. I want the world to just open up and swallow me alive. I look at him laying there lifeless and I have no reason to live again. Why does this keep happening to me?

Zachary is my home, but now he is dying because of me. I aimlessly walked to the side of the road, with tears streaming down my face. I don't want to live anymore if Zachary dies and the cause of his death is me. I wanted to die as well. I want to die. I chanted, looking at the road. Few cars were passing by, so I waited, and as soon as a car was a few feet away from me, I rushed in front of it.

I'm dying if I don't get to the stream faster I might die, I don't want to die not just yet, I had a lot to do before my day finally comes, I'm dying, no this change be true. Suddenly I see someone at the far end from where the flowers were,he's calling me. He is trying to tell me to move from the mud and go yow where he is. I'm struggling to keep my eyes awake, my throat is burning, very hot and thirsty, I want some water but my voice can't be easily heard. I'm not strong enough, I know I'm going to die, so I just skip back and wait for my time. But suddenly the guy at the other side moves the other side and tries to pull me from the mud, I'm shaking hard.

he can’t hear me like this. Or worse, He can and he can’t answer. Panic claws up my throat. I force it down. Think. Because if I don't....if I freeze... He will kill me.

If I was going to die today, I wanted to tell my family that I loved them, irrespective of what they did to me. He kept going, in and out, his piercing hitting the same spot with heavy thumps, I could swear I had an injury there, a burning sensation filled me up, he was too big, I couldn’t adjust to him, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t see properly, fear filled me up, I was going to die, I was going to die here, I can’t breathe. 𝙄 𝘾𝘼𝙉'𝙏 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘽𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙀!!!