Momo Suicidal 소설 & 이야기

Thinking about how I'd been rushed into the ICU in my previous life, I immediately called my sister, Claire Dawson. "Claire! Stop whatever you're doing right now!" Her reply came through between ragged breaths and the edge of a sob. "I can't, Maeve! Mom showed up in my dream! She said if I don't reach the top of Mount Mistwood before sunrise, those evil spirits will tear her apart! "I know you're worried about me, but I can't just sit here and do nothing while Mom's being pushed around! Anyway, I have to go. The sun's coming up in less than an hour. If I don't make it by then, it'll be too late!"

You're right," she said. Just then, their phones chimed at the same time. They pulled out their phones and tapped on the notifications. "Moms, when are you coming home? The other Moms are already here. It's my birthday today. I'm going to get angry if you don't come home soon." William's childish whining echoed through the room. Both Gloria and Joanne smiled at the same time. They carefully lifted their phones and sent voice messages to William to coax him. It was a familiar sight. They used to coax me like that in the past.

While Lin Momo was distracted, the waiter suddenly took out a black gun. What's going on? He's a killer! After finding the right answer, Lin Momo realized that death was close. There was no possibility of survival when the killer was so close to her. Today was her birthday. She had just realized a dream of hers and thought that her happy life was about to begin. Is my life about to end? The waiter's face showed his ferocity. When he pulled the trigger, Lin Momo closed her eyes. Her heart was full of unwillingness. She was reluctant to leave her beloved man and lovely daughter.

📖(✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡ JAIME'S POV (｡❛ᴗ❛｡)📖 I didn't expect to meet Mimo here in the hospital. However, my sister was busy and couldn't accompany our mother to her consultation, so I decided instead. My mom has Posttraumatic Stress Disorder that led to paralysis, which she got when our father left us.

Her parents are very strict because they come from a military background. I called Jana and invited her to drink at her place. Jana has a lot of wine in her cellar, so I don't need to buy any. I don't want to drink inside a bar because someone I know might see me and report it to my grandmother, Emilia. My grandmother is very strict, and she would definitely scold me if she found out that I drank intoxicating alcohol, even though I was already of legal age. When I arrived at Jana's condo unit, I immediately asked him for a bottle of Tequila. I wanted to get drunk so that even for a short while, I would feel numb and forget the pain in my heart caused by Dustin's betrayal.

"Do you know how dangerous that place is? When the scaffolding fell on her, she was still clutching the 300 dollars she'd just been paid. She kept calling your name, saying now she could buy you another toilet bowl!" The impassioned speech made a few distant relatives tear up. The onlooking reporters and fans also began pointing at me and whispering among themselves. "Oh my god, is that true? That's so cold!" "He'd abandon his own mother for money?" "He's definitely the most ungrateful player in esports." I listened to all the murmurs, my face expressionless. "So what? She went and got herself killed. What's that got to do with me?" No sooner had the words left my mouth than a loud slap land

The moment I stepped into my room, I dropped onto the bed, forcing myself to stay quiet. God, I’m being so dramatic. Why does it feel like getting hurt is the end of the world? So what if he doesn’t like me? So what if he never will? Am I really going to die because of it?

Looking back at me, she had snapped, "Enough of this nonsense! You know Ashley is timid. Why torment her?" Timid? She had the guts for murder. But at that point, I had no strength left to argue. My life was slipping away, and panic set in. I had extended a trembling hand, begging, "Mom, save me. Name your terms. I'll meet them. I'm really dying." Wounds riddled my body; every movement was agony. Yet Linda had just sneered and kicked me. "Dying? Please! You're just jealous because Ashley's sweeter and more likable. You think I can't see through your games? Get up and apologize right now!"

The netizens' comments grew more and more outrageous too. "What kind of food could the deceased have eaten that made him want to kill himself?" "I'd seriously pay a high price to buy some for my ex!" … Mom and I looked at one another as we sat trapped at home. She sighed as she looked at my reddened, swollen eyes. "Why are you doing this, Ariel? Do you actually think I was the one who killed your boyfriends?" Mom asked. "Who else could it have been? Nothing else had happened. The only suspicious thing is the food you gave them!" I cried. "Mom, please just tell me the truth. I keep seeing Lewis in my dreams. It's driving me mad…"