Novel & Cerita You're Not Dying You're Waking Up

BEEP… BEEP-BEEP… BEEP… MY vision is blurry. I hear voices murmuring next to me. A sheet. A white sheet. There’s a white sheet over my face. There’s a white sheet over my face? THERE’S A FUCKING WHITE SHEET OVER MY FACE! OH MY GOD! I’M DEAD! I scramble to get away from the light. No light! No tunnel! Fuck you, tunnel, I’m not coming in! “No!” I yell, fighting the gauze between the worlds. “I’m not dead! I’m not dead! I’m not dead yet, fuckers! I’m not going! I’m not ready! I’m too young! I haven’t even tried anal sex yet!”

I stood there for hours, praying to die. Until my neighbor, Mr. Collins, came in the morning to look for Jack. I don't remember exactly what happened. I remember waking up the next day in the hospital. I hated the fact that I was still alive and Jack didn't. I wanted to die more than anything. They had killed my whole life. One shot changed everything. One night changed my life completely. It took more than 6 months before I was able to shake off the incident. I had nightmares every night.

POV: MIA I wake up to a feeling like I am dying. Like actually dying, not dramatic dying, real dying, because my body jerks so hard I think I fell off something, like a cliff or a building or out of the world, but I am still in my bed. My mouth is open wide and I am screaming, I know I am, my chest is trying to rip itself open, but nothing comes out. No sound. Just air. Just panic stuck in my throat.

“Don’t test me.” “Okay, witch.” I raised my hands. “Just let me pee, and I’ll be back in bed. I promise.” “Hurry up. Should I inform anyone that you wake up from the dead?” “If you want me to go back to sleep, Zarah, then no. Except Amelia.” I got up from bed. The floor felt strange against my feet. I couldn’t believe I was still standing when I could barely breathe days ago. My walk towards the bathroom took time, and I still felt dizzy.

I am? I didn’t die? How didn’t I die? Surely, this must either be a dream or the afterlife. “Hey, baby, look at me.” I stare up into familiar black eyes, and then look around to find that I’m in my bed and in my room. My eyes brim with tears. I’m alive, I didn’t die. “Rome?” My voice is hoarse and shaky, and I sniff, trying and failing to keep the tears from falling.

My lungs screamed for air, but I couldn't catch a breath. This is it. I’m not going to make it. The blackness started to take over, the world around me fading. My body sank deeper, the fish continuing their assault. My vision blurred. My senses dulled. And then… nothing. — When I woke up, the sterile smell of a hospital hit my nose. I blinked rapidly, as I took in my surroundings. Soft white lights above me, the faint beeping of machines—I am alive. But that didn’t make sense.

" she told me. She hummed me to sleep. I wake up in my bed, I checked my phone it's seven AM, the day I died. I jump out of bed on a mission, I have a ton of research to do. I get dressed and head to the library, this second chance of mine has me determined to do everything that is needed.

I let my tears fall down, mashing perfectly with the liquid of my blood. I'm a little bit rough today but that's only because I feel extra numb. I feel myself getting dizzy but I don't stop because it feels good, it feels really good. Until it feels nothing and everything goes dark. ———— "Alex!" "Alex!" "Alex wake up!!" "What?!!!" I practically scream at my intruder. Who dares to wake me up? "Dude, what's wrong with you? I've been waking you up for almost half an hour, I thought you were dead." He says dramatically making me roll my eyes. He likes to exaggerate.

My body feels like I’ve been run down by a truck and right now, I know that that’s not the issue. If forever is really a word in the dictionary, I want it gone. I finally open my eyes, it takes some blinking for me to see clearly. “You’re awake. I almost thought that you were dead.” I grunt, trying to keep my eyes open as long as I can. My throat feels dried up as I scan the room, keeping my sights on a male I wish to murder.

That was why I always wanted to have my own family. In my previous life, I was tricked by the gentle facade James, my then fiance, put on, and he killed me along with Verde. At that time, Elwood bawled like a baby in front of my grave and even destroyed James’s company for me, which made me think that he loved me. Hence, in my current life, I chose him. But to think that I ended up jumping into another trap. I lived in the lie he created, and I felt thankful to him! I thought that he was my savior!