Just Let Me Die Novels & Stories

I called him ninety-nine times, begging for his help. But in the end, this was the answer I got. 'I'm tired. I won't struggle anymore. Allen, this time, I'll set you free.'

The very thought of dying in this town where only one or two people will actually give a flying fuck makes me feel suffocated. “I want to live on my terms and die on my terms.” “Then do that.” Gina suddenly says, getting to her feet. “You deserve that much.”

In this life, consider it a debt repaid. Finally, on a night one month later, Stellan died. When he went, his lips were still moving. I had to lean close to make out the word. It was Ansel's name. I stood in the doorway of the cell for a long time without speaking. Then, I had his body wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into the common burial ground. It was not an act of cruelty. He simply did not deserve more than that. Daphne died a few days later. She starved to death. From beginning to end, I never went to see her again.

All I want now, is to fucking die. Yes, I want to die!

The screen kept flashing, and the relentless ringing of incoming calls pierced the air, one after another, like a death knell. Even through the phone, I could practically feel the hellish despair and panic they were going through right now. Judging by the time, the trap Lucille had set up with the thugs had probably sprung. Right now, those three guys were likely pinned under the boots of those very thugs, forced to take scandalous photos. My lips curled into a smirk. I held down the power button and shut off my phone. The room fell into complete darkness and silence. This "old mother hen" wasn't going to save them this time around. Good luck to them.

The steel is cold, and I smile, a whisper away from ending my suffering. Yes let me die.

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.

"Open wide." Kill me.

I am dead…. ****

It felt just like—death. Meanwhile, my family waited anxiously. Seeing the doctor return, they quickly donned their helmets without hesitation. Somewhere beyond my dying breaths, the machine's cold melody wrenched the last light of my mind back into memories.