Novel & Cerita Imagine Dying Couldn't Be Me

It might give me a reason to hold back knowing that I can’t do anything. Why do I feel so shattered? I want to die and end this misery. “K---kill me…” I muttered slowly in a low voice. “She’s awake…” someone yelled as I slowly opened my eyes. Nothing seemed to make sense, I wanted to give up on living, I'm good for nothing and I want to die… “Where am I? Why am I seeing you? Am I d---dead?”

Make him die. But guess what?

But I can’t afford to leave him, but I will die if I stay. What if I die? Will they be happy? Am I such a worthless person, so I should just die? Maybe they would be even happier if I lost. Everyone hates me, especially my parents, I don’t know why they are so mad. I do everything they want, but why do I still seem to be wrong?

I could die and no one would care. But I didn’t want to die. No, I can’t die. I didn’t suffer for so many years to just die without escaping from this hellhole. I let that thought fester in my mind until I couldn’t hold it anymore. My vision blurred. My chest tightened. My limbs went slack. And then everything went dark. ***

I'm dying if I don't get to the stream faster I might die, I don't want to die not just yet, I had a lot to do before my day finally comes, I'm dying, no this change be true. Suddenly I see someone at the far end from where the flowers were,he's calling me. He is trying to tell me to move from the mud and go yow where he is. I'm struggling to keep my eyes awake, my throat is burning, very hot and thirsty, I want some water but my voice can't be easily heard. I'm not strong enough, I know I'm going to die, so I just skip back and wait for my time. But suddenly the guy at the other side moves the other side and tries to pull me from the mud, I'm shaking hard.

he can’t hear me like this. Or worse, He can and he can’t answer. Panic claws up my throat. I force it down. Think. Because if I don't....if I freeze... He will kill me.

If I was going to die today, I wanted to tell my family that I loved them, irrespective of what they did to me. He kept going, in and out, his piercing hitting the same spot with heavy thumps, I could swear I had an injury there, a burning sensation filled me up, he was too big, I couldn’t adjust to him, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t see properly, fear filled me up, I was going to die, I was going to die here, I can’t breathe. 𝙄 𝘾𝘼𝙉'𝙏 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘽𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙀!!!

These questions flood into my mind like a broken dam with lots of water. “No! No, no, no!” I yell as I reel in denial. “I can’t be dead! Not like this.” My face scrunches up as tears threaten to spill. I have barely lived and now I’m dead, a ghost apparently, lost in a forest somewhere in the world.

As I see bubbles escape my lips. This is it.....I am going to die.

I should move or else I will die. Move Mia, just take one step at a time and move. I want to get the constant reminder that I am a failure, a nobody. A disaster. Now he is back, he will take me back, and make my life ten times worse. Death wouldn't be so bad right, it's okay to want peace right. The burn on my skin increases causing a sharp cry to leave my lips yet I can't bring myself to move. I should just die. My heart thumps loudly as liquid rolls down my cheeks, I slowly wipe my sweaty palms on my sides as my lips quiver when a sudden realization hits me.