Novel & Cerita Killing Yourself To Live Book

I was in a loop and my death could save my family. With determination, I accepted my fate. I held the dagger tightly and began to stab myself continuously. “For mother…” “For Father…” “For Sylver…” “For Rylan…” “For Nyra…” Blood drained from my body and covered the whole temple, yet I became numb to the pain— Because if killing myself meant they all got to live, then I was going to do this forever… happily… I continued chanting and stabbing even as my body caved in. But I refused to give up— I had to die!

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains depictions of severe psychological trauma, depression, an attempted act of self-harm, and themes of captivity and abuse. Reader discretion is advised. Dying. Every single day, I feel like dying. The urge to simply throw myself out of the bedroom window just to escape this torment constantly claws at my mind, but something always holds me back at the edge. It feels as though some unseen force, a lingering echo of an instinct, is desperately stopping me from crossing that final threshold.

"You have many enemies, there are many people after your life. There are many people who also wanted you dead just like i do but, i can't let them get you first. I am the reason why you are standing right here questioning me, i gave you life. The moment you started living again that was when you became mine." Please vote for this book.

" But there must be some or the other way through which we can get rid of this book”, I asked him “ Yes there is only one and single way to get rid of this book that is to burn it down but then your life won't be same as it was earlier and the incidence which have occurred with you during the reading of this book won't resurrect self for example if you are saying like you have lost your friend during reading of this book so if you want this book then most probably your friend is never going to come back”, he told me

I would never be able to forget how Amy's small hands clawed desperately for breath as she turned purple. Nor would I ever be able to forget how Sam clamped a hand over my mouth when I tried to call the police, nor how he told me, "We can have another child, so don't kill my mother." I would never forget how they worked together with those charlatans they called exorcists, and how I was struck with a "holy scepter" until I died. Hatred surged through my chest like a tidal wave, and for a split second, I wanted nothing more than to storm into the kitchen, grab a knife, and butcher that venomous old hag where she stood.

"Fiona, I know you're hurting, but you have to pull yourself together. From the clues we have, Ivy's last note is the key. You need to tell us what it said." I was on the verge of breaking down. I grabbed my head and screamed. "I don't know! I really don't know!" If I could, I'd do anything to find out what Ivy wrote. Why did my father and grandmother both kill themselves after reading it? Right then, Linda arrived in a hurry. She accepted David's suicide very calmly, showing no emotion. She stood at the riverbank and answered the police's question.

The one with power. The one someone feared. The one worth killing. I sank into my mother's chair, clutching the journal. Outside, the sun climbed higher. Inside, I learned exactly why I had to die. And exactly how I was going to make sure I lived instead. TO BE CONTINUED...

"In one life, you destroyed me. In this one, you destroyed yourself. The dream you are mentioning is the hell I went through, but in this life, I won't." I leaned in, whispering so only he could hear. "Beth didn't just lie to you. She was the mirror you deserved. And now, you will spend the rest of your immortal life in the dark, remembering the queen you thought you could cage." I turned my back on him. I didn't burn him. I didn't kill him. Sometimes being forgotten is the best revenge for people who are eager to be seen and to be worshipped by others. Caspian met me at the altar, his hand extended. The High Priest of the Ancients stepped forward, the obsidian daggers gleaming.

“And this fits me,” I said with strangled breath. “You said yourself. You may be a natural monster, but I now see that I am a natural prey.” His hold on my neck loosened. “I was just a bookkeeper. No connection with my family. No real friends. A near hermit. Working for Oz and knowing I was breaking the law was the only excitement or spark I had in my life. Until you. Until you set me aflame with the things you did to my body. I felt alive while here. I don’t want to go back to death. And that was exactly what my life was before you. Death. So please, Knox. Keep me alive. Don’t allow me to die.”

This was the life I dreamt about; to be able to live as I pleased without the shackles of a dying body. As I danced, I raised my head and caught the eye of the very man who made me come out here. His eyes followed my every move and there was a fierce look in them. It made me remember my mission here. This evening, I remembered one book I read in my past life. It was about a girl who was in love with a guy to the point of sacrificing her life for him but one day, she got fed up and decided to live for herself. The man became desperate for her attention and in the end, he became obsessed with the girl. It felt similar to what was happening with Xander now so I reckoned if I clung to him as bef