I'm Still Alive Novels & Stories

I’m still not. Am I?

I have a few questions but what matters to me at the moment is that they are all alive. And I was not dreaming. Not at all. -The End-

No, that would make this all pointless, she was alive. My mother was alive.

ZERON "I'm alive?" I croak, unable to wrap my head around the reason why I'm still alive. I was really going to die; I'd felt it. But how am I still alive right now? "Yes, you're alive" Alanna responds as she pours me a cup of water. I stare at her, not failing to notice the stiffness of her body and the tension resting heavily on her. "I could've sworn that I was dead" I say and she sighs, her teary eyed gaze finally meeting mine.

he exclaimed and left. I didn’t have any choice, but stay alive. Yes, I had to be alive for that man’s packaging. Is he an angel, who showed me, that I had to live or maybe it’s a coincidence. But there’s no coincidence in the world where fate has already been written for each person. I didn’t want to go back to the hospital. I didn’t want to see these faces full of sorrow and misery. And there’s probably still no news about Lincoln. He is still in coma.

Even stretching is hard. I lay there for a while before realization hit me like a bus. Well, a bus has not hit me, and I never want to experience it, but ya’ll get my point. I’M ALIVE!! HAH! I’m too pretty to be gone in this world. I don’t know whether I should be happy because I really thought that I was going to die. I don’t even know what to do now. I don’t have afterlife plans. Wait, so if I died in that world, then… AM I BACK?!

And we will be alive. —-

Something alive. And I was never going back.

I was something else. Something dangerous. Something damaged. But something alive.

“You hear me? You’re still going to know.” My knees weaken, but I don’t fall. I force myself to stay standing. Because he is still alive. Barely. But he is. And for now— That’s enough.