I'm Still Alive Novels & Stories

Unnecessary? Maybe, because she was alive. She was alive. And, I have never been happier before now. She is alive. She is alive. She is fucking alive and I would keep repeating it in my head until my heart explodes with the power of happiness in these three words. She is alive.

I was barely even alive. Where's my daughter?!

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.

It was nice to be healthy. It was nice to be alive.

Dead or alive. Whatever it took.

he spoke as he came to stand in front of me and pat my hair soothingly. “No... I’m - but he - I’m dead,” I choked out as the panic rose like bile at the back of my throat, and tears sprung to my eyes. “No, you are not dead. You are stuck in between. You flatlined on the way to the hospital. They managed to bring you back but you slipped into a coma. You are still alive my child, but just barely,” the man explained, taking a step back. “So… I’m still alive... I can wake up?” I murmured, my voice quivering with an emotion I couldn’t even begin to understand,which only added to my confusion.

As long as she’s alive, I still have a reason to keep living. Unfortunately, God seemed to enjoy tormenting the miserable. He was unwilling to leave me even this last sliver of hope.

Not fully awake. But alive.

Long Story Short, I survived. ────────────────────────────────────────────────────

I stumbled through the dark, alone and broken, but still breathing. Still fighting. Still alive.