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this time, he spoke to me without fear. I heard a bell ringing right inside my eardrum. My vision instantly became blurry. Andrew was standing right in my presence, yet I could barely see him. All I could see in front of me were stars. I stood there for a few minutes, questioning myself. What have I done to myself? Will I ever survive this nightmare? Where and how did I get it wrong? “Oh yes, you will survive this and many more disasters coming your way because it's not over yet.” A voice echoed in my ear.

I spat as he struggled to breath. I reluctantly released him. I already made a promise to my parents that I wouldn't commit murder like them. "Ho..how d-id that h-happen? T-the house was bur..burnt." He stuttered as I nodded. "That's true but a miracle happened. While Mr. Badejo was having his way with my mom, I made a call... Shocking right? Yeah, I couldn't save my parents but I wanted to try. I couldn't talk but that doctor picked up the phone. He overheard all the conversation and came over when the house was burning. That's how I was saved. I was the only one alive by then. That's how I survived!" I shouted as he gasped.

"That organization has always wanted to arrest you, not just me." "Yes, because of them, we must live in caves." Egan pointed at the others. "If humanity had accepted us, our lives would have been much better." Uri sighed; these people's lives were also his future. Although he knew he was too weak and immature, he still yearned to find a way to free himself and his fellow humans from this miserable situation. He looked at Egan and asked, "I heard Finn say you guys have an old book. Can I read it?"

Then he was gone in a blur of motion, the bedroom door swinging shut behind him. Audrey turned her gaze to me. It felt like being measured by something older than time. “What did you find out in that book?” she asked, voice low and steady. I blinked. “Not much. I... I haven’t really gotten that far yet.” She hummed, not surprised. “My name’s Audrey,” she said then, softer. “It is good to see you again.” She crossed the room and stopped at the edge of the bed. “May I see your stomach?”

He nodded encouragement. I turned to the cameras. "To anyone living in fear, in pain, in a situation they think they can't escape, you can. You're stronger than you know. Your abuser wants you to believe you're powerless, but that's a lie." My voice grew stronger. "I survived mercury poisoning, kidnapping, assault, and attempted murder. I got my baby back. I testified against my abusers. And I'm still here, still fighting, still healing." I lifted my chin. "You can survive too. Reach out. Tell someone. You deserve better. You deserve life." The sketch artists were drawing frantically. I knew those images would be everywhere tomorrow, the survivor who'd reclaimed her voice. Tony took my hand

Everything. Every reason I ran. Every reason I broke. But this time— I don’t look away. I don’t shut it out. I let it hit. All of it. And I stay standing. “This is me,” I say. My voice doesn’t break. “This is what I went through.” The memories surge harder. Trying to overwhelm. To crush. To break. “And I survived it.” The pressure cracks. Slightly. “You didn’t win,” he snaps. “I didn’t need to.”

It was everywhere at once, like the air had decided to speak directly into my bones. “You keep waking up in the wrong version of yourself.” I froze and my fingers curled slowly at my sides. “Who’s there?” A pause followed, measured and patient, like whoever it was had expected me to ask that. “You already know,” the voice replied calmly. “You just haven’t learned how to listen yet.” My throat tightened. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” A soft sound followed—almost like amusement, though there was no warmth in it. “You were not meant to survive what you’ve already survived,” it said. “That should concern you more than it does.”

This is saying out loud: this happened to me, and I survived it, and I'm still here. I open to chapter seven. This is the chapter about the park. About the moment that fractured everything and then started putting it back together in a different shape. About the attack. About what he did. About what I did. About the specific moment when I understood that survival wasn't the same thing as living. I start reading.

I sit there until my legs go numb and the silver finally stops burning. I’m not sure if I’m alive or dead, but either way, I am still here. I survived the bite. I can survive this. At least, that’s what I tell myself.

I learned that the hard way. I was once being a coward as well by trying to kill myself but I guess my time had not come to leave this earth yet. Life kept on giving me chances to make my hell life better and thank god I did not died. I had learnt so many lessons from this cruel world and I kept on moving with determination and strong will power. Though there were many times I broke down...I gave up but the voice within me told me to buckle up and make myself capable, brawny and indestructible.