Just Survive Somehow Novels & Stories

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.”

he says I wish it were that simple But as I stand there Feeling that quiet presence settled deep inside me now I know one thing This isn’t something we can just fix This is something we have to survive Because whatever I just started It is only the beginning And next time It won’t be asking to learn It will be ready to act

I have to stay alive. I pick up the phone again, but my fingers aren’t working. My vision’s going black, my head spinning, but I force myself to call out again. “Rylan... help me. Please.” The world tilts again, and my head hits the dirt. The last thing I remember is the sound of my own breath rasping in the dark. “Get the hell up, Jaxon,” I mutter to myself. “Don’t fucking die now.” I have to survive this. I have to.

/We will just have to think of something else. I need to save myself...but I've no idea how

“It's alright. You didn't know. But now, you know. So, be careful.” I nodded, “I know.” I muttered, leaning back against him, exhaustion overtaking me, but a spark of resolve burning quietly in my chest. Because surviving wasn’t just about being alive. Surviving meant being ready. And I would be…

Not sweeping speeches. But this. A spoon. A silence. A hand steady against hers. Not running. Not doubting. Just staying. Together. Even when the quiet stretched wide, they didn’t pull away. Because maybe this—this simple, living, breathing ordinary—was what survival looked like after everything. And for now, it was more than enough.

"I want to thank the doctors who saved my life. Without them, my baby and I wouldn't be here today." She paused, then looked up at Quintus with soft admiration. "And I want to thank my love. He never left my side, even in the face of life and death. His support gave me the strength to hold on." Applause and murmurs of admiration filled the room. "This is so touching. After going through such a disaster together, your love must be even stronger." "Yes, many families were torn apart by the earthquake, but the fact that the three of you survived is nothing short of a miracle. You'll surely be even happier in the future."

“We have to do something. We can’t just sit around and wait for – whoever they are – to come and kill us.” Chase sighed. He thought about it all of the night. According to him there was only one way out of this and Christine would definitely not agree. “What else do you have in mind? I mean, you’re the expert.” “I’m no expert, Chrissie. I am just determined not to die.” Except now with his busted knee, he wasn’t so sure anymore. “Ugh!” Christine covered her face in her hands. “Then help me think, I don’t want to die either.”

Even if I still wasn’t sure how I was going to stand up in front of them all and be what they needed me to be. We would show them what resilience looked like. What survival looked like. What rebuilding could be. Because if four tiny hearts could keep beating after everything they'd endured, then I could stand before a crowd and tell our story. That night, the silence in the house felt louder than it had in weeks. I stood by the window, arms crossed over my chest, watching the moon hang heavy and bright in the sky. Zerina stirred restlessly inside me. "We need to run," she said. "Something is calling us."

I will run, and I will hide. I will survive.