Romans & histoires You're Not Dying You're Waking Up

I didn’t know what happen next, everything just turned black. I woke up, did I just woke up? Or I’m dead? I got drown to the lake, didn’t I? I felt something on my chest, I immediately sat and gasp for air, until my chest feels pain from sudden air, “Hah! Hah!” my breath was still uneven, I clenched on it, trying to subdue the pain. After countless trials, I finally feel fine, I roamed my eyes, I saw nothing—no, there is a lady in front of me. My eyes were still a little foggy and blurry, I can’t tell if she’s smiling or not.

Gross! As early as 6:AM yesterday loud voices woke me up from my slumber. At first, it was a dream where I was on call, before I knew it, it was- "Die by Fire Die by Thunder Collapse and die." I heard. Disgusted, I attempted dropping the call ,but I still heard it, even when I shut down the phone. Finally I woke up and realized it was my neighbours, probably the flat on the other building opposite ours, praying.

I prefer not to just let it out, however, he has previously transformed into somebody I will need to live for. *** I wake to the wonderful sound of birds trilling in the breeze. My eyes gradually conform to the blinding light spilling through the window, my breathing profound and loose. Cognizance gets back to me, and with it, recognition. The previous evening, I nearly kicked the bucket. Perhaps I'm dead now and don't understand it. Is this paradise?

"Even if you die here, no one's going to find you!" And with that, she walked out. I lay there, barely clinging to consciousness. Thinking back to what she had just said, all I felt was bitter irony. Did Samuel really say he wanted to move to Merrington with me? Still, what was the use of a promise made too late? A wave of dizziness crashed over me, and soon after, everything went black. … I woke to the sound of laughter. As I opened my eyes, the soft glow of a surveillance monitor drew my attention.

"If you don't want to live, then you can die too." To my surprise, that one strike had not only killed Tyler but also awakened Evelyn. But Edith had already stopped listening to Evelyn's words. She stared blankly ahead, like her soul had left her body. I followed her gaze. It was where Tyler had fallen. I sighed and left the hospital.

I wasn’t sure how long I would stay like that, aware but not. “Ayda, little one, you aren’t fading. You are only sleeping. Wake up now. Time to shine.” Wake up? Was I sleeping? Was this all just a dream? Why could I suddenly hear Zin’s voice? Usually, I feel when death is coming or when I die, but this was so different I had no explanation for it. It didn’t matter. I was indeed dead. Maybe dead forever. Perhaps I can rest now, sleep. However long it passed, time didn’t allow that for sleep, even if I was tired. But then, I could suddenly feel my body and opened my eyes.

I hear the voice. It's familiar, welcoming, but frightening at the same time. I wanna run from this person, but I don't wanna leave. Why? Will I hurt him too? No, I don't hurt anyone. I scream, “I’m a filthy, dirty beggar. Filthy dirty beggar.” “Wake up Beauty, you need to WAKE UP,” The command has my eyes fluttering. I take a deep breath in as my body sighs with unaltered relief. I'm not dead. I'm still surviving.

I hate to admit it, but he's already turned into someone I want to live for. I wake up to the soft song of the birds chirping in the breeze. My eyes slowly adjust to the blinding light coming through the window, my breathing deep and relaxed. Consciousness returns to me, and with it, the memory. Last night I almost died. Maybe I'm really dead now, and I don't realize it. Is this heaven?

I didn't take his hand, the hand he offered. “Stop looking at me like I'm a patient in the ICU, Xavier,” I said, my voice low, devoid of the jagged edges of the scream I had just let out. “I am not dying; I am just waking up.” He flinched as if I had slapped him. “I am not looking at you like you are—” I walked past him to the counter, grabbing my phone. I felt the weight of it, little Liz's Esther was using to pull my neck.

Everyone surrounding me was doing a perfect job of deceiving me. I couldn’t stop crying. My heart was aching, sobbing hard, tears streaming hot. Somebody please wake me up. It must be a dream, I'm dying. Please wake me. And then finally, it hit me. It’s reality, I'm not dreaming and I know I'm dying already because my heart is hurting, fucking hurting and I won’t die alone. I clean my face, and the tears in my eyes come to a stop. I exhale hard and put everything back to its place. I shot the trunk and released a hot breath.