You're Not Dying You're Waking Up Novels & Stories

The crux of the problem was obvious! "Ahem... Who is it? Who woke me up? I've been sleeping for so many years, but I suddenly woke up. What's going on? Do you want to die? If you want to die, I think it's easy! I'll send you to hell directly. Don't talk nonsense with me!"

there was nothing but silence. I never imagined that someone like him, whom I barely knew, would be willing to die with me. I wished for more time to comprehend what was happening, but it was over. The building had been consumed by flames. ~~~~~ I woke up slowly, feeling disoriented and confused. “What’s going on? Am I alive? That can’t be right,” I mumbled, trying to make sense of my surroundings. How could I still be alive? I opened my eyes, squinting against the brightness. After a few moments, I adjusted, noticing the familiar ceiling of my room. “I’m in my room?” I whispered, bewildered. “How did I get here?”

I’m so tired. BANG! It’s so noisy. What happened to the quiet crushing me? Can’t I just die in peace? Firms hands. My head is floppy. I don’t like all the moving, it hurts so bad. But my mouth won’t say anything. What’s happening? My whole body is throbbing. I think someone is talking, but it sounds like we’re under water. “Oh…Don’t. Wake Up. Keep… Open.” What? Don’t do what? Keep what open? I can’t open anything. I’m so confused, is someone talking to me? I just want to die in peace.

Chapter 9 "Oh my god! Doc! She's awake!" A woman's voice resonated throughout the room, ultimately causing my eyelids to open and reveal an array of white. Am I dead? Is this the afterlife? "It's a miracle," says another voice. "Call the young master and inform him that she has awakened," "Finally, you're awake." More voices I heard nearby. Is heaven really this loud?

"Now just talk." "Wow." He Whispered. "So how long since you died?" "Died?!?" "Well, yeah. Must have been recent, you don't know anything." "I didn't die, I just woke up like this. Yesterday in fact." "Well isn't that weird. Oh well, I guess weird is in the job description." "Did you die?" "Yeah, my brother and I were in a nasty car accident. We woke up two days later in the car at the bottom of a gorge. Ever seen a car get crushed into a cube?" He nodded. "Ever been in one when it got crushed?" She chuckled.

My heart beats too slowly, each pulse weaker than the last. I'm dying. The thought should terrify me. Instead, it just feels distant. Inevitable. My eyes drift closed despite my best efforts. The last thing I'm aware of is the metallic taste in my mouth and the sound of my own heartbeat, growing fainter with every passing second. Then darkness swallows me whole. *** I wake to pain—sharp and throbbing in my neck, like someone's driven hot needles into the puncture wounds and left them there. But I'm awake. Which means I'm not dead.

DAMIEN I wake up to the sound of waves crashing against the shore, a rhythmic reminder of the paradise we’re supposed to enjoy. My eyes flutter open, and for a moment, I’m disoriented. The room is filled with light, the curtains billowing softly in the breeze. I sit up, feeling the weight of the previous night’s decisions settle heavily on my chest. The bed is empty beside me, as it has been for the past few nights.

Couldn't do anything except watch the blood and know—know with horrible certainty—that I was dying. Not again. The thought came from nowhere. Desperate. Panicked. Not again. Not again. Not again. "Elena." A voice. Distant. Familiar somehow. "Elena, wake up." But I couldn't wake up. I was dying on these stairs. Dying with my baby. Dying while Damien and Sienna watched and smiled and— "ELENA!" My eyes snapped open. The hospital room materialized around me. White walls. Beeping monitors. The antiseptic smell.

It was like they were frozen. 'I guess I'm special after all, even the grim reaper is scared to have me' My subconscious snorted "Oh shoot" I frowned, if I'm special, why would I get stuck to the floor when I'm supposed to be escaping. The faint beeping sound from the screen pulled me back to awareness. My eyes flickered to the glowing screen just in time to see words etching themselves across the brightness. 'Hello host. What do you want? To die … or to escape death?'

"He's my son, and he's not dead! He's just sulking, that's all!" He broke free of the grip and went back to gathering my body from the ground, pulling it into his arms. "Ronnie, get up right now! Didn't you want me to come? Well, I'm here now, so why are you still putting on this act?" However, I remained completely motionless. Ms. Ritter stood at the edge of the crowd, her face deathly pale and her lips trembling. "This is impossible. How could Ronnie really be dead? I didn't do anything. This has nothing to do with me."