Killing Yourself To Live Book Novels & Stories

Kristopher POV (This Kristopher's POV starts from 2nd chapter) i can't take it anymore. it's too hard to the world i have a perfect life for which they can die for. only if they knew what a misery i am living. In fact i am ready to give up all i have for the normal life others have. That is my last wish before i kill myself and end this misery of a life. currently i am standing by a bank. a place in my university i often visit because no one comes here and i prefer staying alone. the water is quiet calm but soon it would be disturbed as i jump in it.

*Yo guys! Congratulations if you've made it this far!🥳🎉 I apologize for mass publishing the final parts of the book, but I have exams coming up, and err...I needed to get it off my chest ASAP. Anyway, this part is technically like a trailer for the book II, so it's not going to be singular. It'll be random. So, stay hyped! ********* When I was ten, I drowned in the pool up in my parents penthouse. I was their only child and their heir, so they couldn't leave me for dead. When they performed the ritual that brought me back to life, they suddenly didn't want me alive either.

Despite his harrowing situation, he still called me to tell me to take care of myself and not to leave the house. A loud gunshot sounded at that moment. I wheeled around to look at the villa across from me. A bloodied woman burst into the courtyard before slamming the door to trap the man in the villa. Then, she aimed a pistol at her head before pulling the trigger, effectively taking herself out with a bullet on the spot. I had spent three years struggling to survive in the apocalypse. There, I had seen way too many infected people choosing to take their own lives by shooting themselves just to avoid turning into zombies.

“What's stopping you from ending your miserable life, Calista? You were a mistake. A dirty mistake. Do yourself a favour and diè” A shudder ripped through me even though scalding hot water ran down my skin. Maybe the inner voice inside my head was right, maybe I should end my life? What was the point of living anyway? I didn't fit in anywhere? I don't belong anywhere? The tears were in my chest, but I couldn't cry them out. What use is my life if everywhere I go brings trouble to me? What use is living if my life is always threatened? I ran my fingers through my hair— mahogany, just like Joel's. Maybe it would be Joel next, maybe he'll be the one to kill me, shouldn't I just do everyone a fa

And then he tells me he wants more from me…desires me more than any other because, like him, I have the gift. I can’t deny he’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, with eyes black like midnight, a jawline as sharp as his dragon’s talons, the height of a mountain, and shoulders as broad as a stream. But no amount of attraction will ever change the fact that he destroyed my life. The answer is no—and it’ll always be no. But the Death King doesn’t accept that answer. This book contains dark themes with subject matter that may be difficult for some readers.

" He gritted and left my hands the blood running fast. Making a cramp pain in my arms for the rush. I looked at it turning all red. " And if you not do that! Rick? Will die. I don't mind killing, "His gritting his teeth and tight jaw, showed how much he was not joking. He took me by my arm again and started to drag me out. Everyone watching him do this, but I couldn't revolt back. What kidn of life am I leaving? What is this? To protect some other people, I am killing myself everyday. I am dying with something new back and back. What kind of relation is this? I have just turned to much pathetic. For anything.

I couldn't reciprocate nor would I kill him. I just had to let him kill me to extract his punishment. I held the bookshelf and used it as support for getting up. I am totally drained and exhausted. I stumbled back a bit but I got myself as I walked slowly and carefully to my room and when I was able to get there, I locked my door behind me and headed to the bathroom. I took off my clothes and entered the tub. I drowned myself inside the tube for minutes before I sat up and rested against the tub while still in the water.

“What the heck do you think you are doing? Who the heck gave you permission to touch my stuff?” My voice thundered, trembling with barely contained rage. I marched forward, fists clenched at my sides. Her lips quivered, tightening her grip. “Did she really kill herself? My curiosity led me to read it, and after reading it, I became more saddened and curious.” I hauled the book from her grasp, throwing it on the floor before yelling at her. “No, she didn’t. I did. I killed her myself!” “Why the heck would you read it?”

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“Six pills of Oxy and half a bottle of vodka? And you still tried to throw yourself off a bridge? What the hell is going through your head right now?” “I just want to die,” I whispered, voicing it for the first time ever. “There’s no point in living anymore.” “There’s never a point to living,” he said. “But that doesn’t mean you should try to kill yourself. It’s not worth it. And with everything you’ve done? You would have killed yourself a dozen times over.”