Muerte Familiar Novels & Stories

“How?” “I’m here.” His words make me smile, but the deep sadness still doesn't go away. I'm not sure it ever will. "What about your mom?" he asks. I sigh. “She also died in a car accident. When I was a baby.” He cringes. “That’s a messed up coincidence.” “...Yeah.” Was it a coincidence? “Headmaster Stroud said he wouldn’t be surprised if my father is actually alive.” I shake my head at the moon.

“I killed my own cousin. He was the last living relative from my mother's side of the tree. That's why she doesn't want us together. I took out someone who was family ...” All Rights Reserved © #KCMmuoe

Unlike in the city that most of the criminals are humans, there are parts in our provinces where scary stories of people dying mysteriously are quite common. This is a story that I personally experienced and it involved a cousin who I have never met. However, since he did die suddenly and mysteriously, my family felt the need to send representatives to the wake.and that would be me and my mum since the death involves my mother's family line. The first day, was quite memorable because I got to meet a lot of my relatives on my mom's side for the first time. I also got to view my dead cousin's body now inside its coffin. He was in his teens when he died.

Something was obviously wrong. "We're sorry to inform you that you mother got involved in a fatal accident with your brother, she's dead as we speak and your brother's is currently on coma, battling for his life."

My family are all dead. They were caught in a fire that couldn't be put out because the water system is screwed up. Mirele's siblings, being raised by grandparents while her parents work in the mountain, were drowned when a pipe burst and flooded the basement they'd moved into, in a desperate bid to escape the heat. The others... I'm in too much shock to pay attention to what happened to them, I'm having a hard time understanding anything beyond the demise of my own parents, but I seem to remember that only one of them had any living relatives outside of Central Control.

“I-I don't wanna lose you too, Lily. Please! Listen to me… I know you're still mourning. It’s normal, but given the history of our family, I’m scared…” My grandfather died from illness. My father died from depression. My mother died from cancer. I don't know what's more depressing than losing your family from a painful and slow death. Louie and I are both victims of cruel fate. The world was cruel to us, and yet Louie refused to give in. She's fighting. She's ready to get on with her life and hoping I'd move forward too. I looked at her again and sobbed. “I-I’m sorry…”

Today I was surrounded by my loved ones, my family, the people I cherished most of all, at least some of them who could’ve made it. I scanned around the room, knowing it would be the last time I would see their faces. Ryan, Arden, Kimberly, Liam, Avery and with her husband Arster who was also Blake’s brother. They all looked at me in pain. They had aged too and had suffered loss as well.Reagan and her husband Leo couldn’t make it since they were half way across the world. Rosalie had died a year ago after fighting breast cancer for over a year, Christy had died five years ago in an accident. My mom, dad, Rose, Luke, Noel, Ryn and Ace had now gone out of this world too and I would soon be joi

"Jensen wasn't so bad before. But after we got married, he got annoying. Wouldn't let me drink, wouldn't let me eat junk food, always hovering. He drove me nuts. Faking my death? Consider it a lesson." Finley topped off her drink. "Aren't I the best? All these years, and I've never treated you like that." "Yeah, yeah, best guy friend." They kept tossing the word 'friend' around, but their legs were tangled under the table. The memory made me want to puke. I chucked the figurines in the trash, grabbed my phone, and blasted out a group text. [Nancy Valente passed away in an accident three months ago. Funeral's next week.]

And I smiled—the first earnest smile I had since I stabbed that crystal quartz into Zac's neck. "Mom, Dad, Sis… I'm home. Zac Lopez is dead… Are you happy? The murderer who killed everyone is finally dead." Even their smiles looked happier in the photos as I finished. We were a family of four, but three of us died four years ago. I was the only one left—a college student at the time, about to graduate. My sister had always told me that she'd wait until I get a good job after I graduate and the family had stable finances before she would consider retiring, only for her to commit suicide by jumping off a building.