Novel & Cerita As I Lay Dying

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I listened to them speak, eventually freezing into ice. Silence grew once more in the room. However, the temperature was still dropping. My mind grew even hazier. 'Mom, I'm coming to you. I'm sorry. I can't live on. I'm sorry...' I was dead. I died. I died in that icy basement they locked me in. As the last shreds of warmth fled my body, I thought to myself, 'If there is a next life, I don't want to see them again.' However, I never realized my mind would stay past my death.

On the day of my pyre, my body had been reassembled. The mortician was skilled. I looked… almost whole. For a moment, I studied the still figure laid out before the sacred flames. I had to admit— Death became me. I looked better than I had in years. No fear. No pain. No exhaustion carved into my bones. Just stillness. Peace. My parents came to see me off. Caden could not. Pack justice for killing Seraphina had been swift—and merciless.

“ I am,” ¬P-Lia¬

I know that magic is just an illusion, a trick. Dusting my clothes, I made my way toward my team. They had now assembled themselves in one place, their eyes still holding surprise, and I could guess that they were waiting for me to explain. The crowds were as silent as a graveyard. They weren't making any of their stupid noises, and I am sure they were still trying to recover from the shock of seeing me again. That made me remember a story in the Bible that our Sunday school teacher told us about. It was the story of a man named Lazarus who was resurrected from the dead. The only difference between us is that I have been dead for two months, or should I say suffering and wandering around an

idiot. **** *** A/N// I'm dying y'all... literally😭I'm sick 😖

I said in confidence. Truth was, I wasn’t so sure about the not dying part. But I was willing to try anything to bring him back. Even if I die doing it. And I know he will hate me for it if I did die after I bring him back, but ask me if I cared at that moment. I was being selfish. I won’t roam the earth with the unbearable pain of his loss. I’d rather he does it instead as punishment for dying on me when I already warned him not to fight Dominic.

Alive. *

I can feel some go down. “This is not working,” I hear Tatina say. They lay me back, and I feel myself moving again. “We have to get here in the van. I can start an IV when we get her home,” I hear Lester say. I feel his hand touching mine. He is with me now. I can rest. I close my eyes again. I hear the muffled voices, but I do not know what is being said. I feel like I am dying. I am not ready to die, not yet. I want to live and be with my love. Lester! I try to scream, but nothing is coming out. My eyes are shut and will not move for me. I can hear something but then nothing. I am dying. This is not fair!

He lay sprawled on the pavement, staring at the sky with lifeless eyes. I looked down at them. That was all it took? They couldn't handle it anymore? Suddenly, a battered old van screeched to a stop by the curb. The door slid open, and a young woman in tattered clothes with a face covered in blood was kicked out, sending her crashing hard onto the pavement right by Jeremy's feet. It was Lucille. Clutched tightly in her hands was a stack of developed photographs. The images in the photos were crystal clear. Three teenage boys were stripped naked and pinned to the ground beneath someone's feet.