All Chapters of Live Suicide : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I DISLIKE leaving our home, but I did not know that thousands of people already knew who I was. I assumed that owning a cell phone would make you an internet buddy, but I received internet detractors. I no longer enjoy going out and only talk to individuals other than my family, but why did they all instill hatred in me? I grumbled as I stared at the empty. Is it my fault that I am an introvert? Is it my fault that my face is so pitiful that everyone constantly takes sides? Hahaha. I did not know I had so many enemies since I’m an introvert. I didn’t realize it since it appeared like I was being unjust to others. When I heard a knock on the door, I straightened up. I’m sure it’s sister Evangeline again. I sprang out of bed and flung open the door for her. Her displeased expression flashed through me when I opened the door. “Sister Evangeline, hello. What are you doing he

MY HEART RATE surged as I stiffened my stance. The tremor of the ocean waves and the frigid blast of the breeze striking my body were the only sounds I could hear. The ship is not being operated! What am I doing here? I’m not sure how I ended up here. Where are the people? I couldn’t help but freeze as I tried to figure out what was going on. My mind is still somewhat distorted and perplexed now. I recall sleeping in a bed last night to feel better right away, but how did I get here? “What exactly is going on?” I let out a scream as I awoke from my catatonic state. I searched all over the captain’s room, but I couldn’t see a single silhouette of anybody. Fear is beggining to crept into my body, and I started to panic. “H-Hello? If anyone can hear me, please respond.” I moved closer to the wheels, but no one was there. It was moving on its own as if some

I AM sick and disgusted with myself. How could I not assist my parents when they were in desperate need? I appear to be one factor that contributed to their deaths. I’m a murderer who murdered my entire family. Perhaps that was karma, hehe. My prayer that everyone in the world would perish backfired on me, and my family was the ones who suffered and died. Because of my selfishness, the life of the people who are precious to me were taken. I now have no one to turn to for help when I need it. When I’m exhausted, I have no one to depend on. Nobody is going to tell me what is good and what is bad. And no one will ever make me feel as though someone loves and cares about me. The grief of losing a parent or sibling is equivalent to having your arms and legs removed; you are unable to walk or move on your own since you have lost some vital parts of your body. You’re not sure how you’ll live if the perso

ARE THERE really that many evil people in the world? Why do some individuals maltreat others? Why would someone trample on the lives of others to not infringe on theirs?  Why do others lead to wickedness even though good virtue is bestowed upon them?  Why would someone pretend to be caring and compassionate to hide their true colors and intentions? I gave the man in front of me a lethal stare. He smirked at me like a fiend as the two men gripped me so I couldn’t escape. “What do you need from me?” I asked, my brow furrowed. I had to arrange and take care of the funerals of mom, dad, sister, and Stephen. This kind of pursuit is not something I have time for. Who is he, and why is he causing havoc in our home? What does he need from me? As far as I know, neither dad nor mother owes anyone. “I have a proposal for you, so pay close attention since I

I SAT alone next to the coffins of my mother, father, sister, and Stephen, keeping watch over them. A day has passed since the ruckus inside the house, and I am now alone in the house guarding their casket. No one dared to step inside our home except sir Carlo and Don Enrico Custodio with his bodyguards, but I know they will never step here again when they have nothing necessary or important to do. My stomach grumbled with hunger, and my eyelids were about to close, so I pinched my arm hard. “It hurts!” I said as I stroked the portion of my body that had been pinched since it was red. Only deafening silence engulfed the inside of the home until a doorbell chimed at the door, prompting me to get up from my seat and open the door for the person outside. “Perhaps sir Carlo left something here at home?” I thought to myself as I approached the door. When I opened the door, my eyes