Just Let Me Die Novels & Stories

I pulled my hand out of his and told him the cruel truth. Even if the surgery was successful, he would live his whole life as a cripple. After that, he was kept under observation for a while. Then, on a quiet night, he went to the hospital's roof and jumped to his death. A video was posted to the Internet right after that. He was lying in his bed, crying and pleading for a chance to live. He confessed his sins and said he had treated me unfairly. He wanted to take his own life so he could keep himself alive in my memories forever.

I opened my eyes fully and looked down at the sweet child peeking sleepily up at me. "You hurted my daddy," Miguel mumbled in confusion. My heart dropped and I shook my head. I wasn't completely responsible for their deaths. I mean their father died in the stupid Iraq war and their blonde haired mother hung herself after getting the news. I dealt with death but not the way the individual died, that was solely on those fate bitches. "This is bullshit, let's go, don't ever forget about me little man, we will meet again in the future, this I swear," I growled. I moved him off me, patting his head sweetly and hurried past Maria cursing me while holding a cross up at me.

We cried until the flame of the kerosene lamp sputtered repeatedly and until the moon outside the window reached its highest point in the sky. Grandma finally lowered her arms and wiped away her tears with her sleeve. "Ash…" She looked at me, her eyes bloodshot and puffy, but full of tenderness. "How have you been these past few days, Ash?" I was stunned by that question. I was already dead, so the question felt meaningless. I still tried to communicate using gestures, though. I pointed to my chest and then to the sky, making a gesture to show that I felt as light as air.

The world outside blurred as memories pushed in, uninvited and sharp. I’d been so excited last night. I’d finally managed to track down the limited-edition sports car Lucas wanted. The one he said would be his dream car. There were only 3 in the entire world. I’d imagined surprising him, imagined his smile, imagined a perfect moment before our perfect day. But when I reached the hallway outside his hotel suite, I stopped. The door was left open and Lucas was talking. He was Laughing. "I’m not ready to marry Ella yet,” Lucas said. “I want to have some fun, and Ella isn’t any fun.”

Let it be irreversible. Let this end.

In the corner of the room stood a large coffin. Sophia had fainted. She lay curled on the ground, clutching her stomach, trembling. “Luca,” I said, stepping toward him and looking down from above, “didn’t you promise to live and die with Sophia? Didn’t you say Antonio was the fruit of your love?” He stared at me, eyes wide, barely breathing. “I’ll grant your wish. A family should stay together. Lie inside, and you’ll never be separated again.” “N–No… Victoria… please…” His voice grew weaker with every word.

He looked around him but he can only see vast darkness in his surrounding, “Who are you? Where am I?” The man shakes his head, “It is not important who I am, what important is the piece of advice that I’ll be giving to you.” Shawn became confused about what is happening, “Advice? What are you talking about? I don’t understand what you’re saying.” He approached Shawn and whisper to his ear, “This is how simple my advice for you, just make sure you don’t die, or else, I will be the one who will kill you whether you’re in hell or heaven.”

"That will do, Ed if she can say that before your parents. An obstacle between us will be cleared off." But, he didn't answer. Instead, he reached for the heavy velvet curtain and pulled it shut, saying arrogantly, "A little sunburn will do nothing to you until you decide what's best for you, Sonya." He was leaving me to ash! He didn't know after rebirth my strength was weekend and I could not tolerate sun as much as I used to. I collapsed against the door, the rays hitting my shoulders like molten lead. I closed my eyes, bracing for the familiar agony of my previous death, when suddenly, a shadow, massive and cold, fell over me.

Scarlett seemed to remember something and immediately told them to let me go. Seth pointed at me in frustration. "Scarlett, don't let Ron fool you. He's the one who's acting. "I barely tapped him three times and he's acting like he's dying. Who's he trying to fool?" The moment he finished speaking, I collapsed to the ground, unable to support myself. Blood seeped through my white shirt, spreading across my back in a dark red stain. The onlookers gasped in shock. "Ron, are you okay?"