Just Survive Somehow Novels & Stories

How life changes in just a blink of eyes! How you have everything and suddenly the next moment you have nothing! How you're punished just because you're a middle-class woman with enough self-esteem to decide your life! How a single NO changes it all! I don't have a grudge against God. I don't have a grudge against life. I wanna live. I wanna live for those countless people who lose the motivation to live. Help me, Camden. Please help me out. I'll survive it. I'll not give up. I just need another reason to live.

~NIGHT OF THE RITUAL~ I rise to my feet slowly, forcing my breathing to steady. I may not remember who I was, but the fact that I survived death means something. It means I fought. It means I don’t break easily. Whatever I’ve lost, whatever was taken from me, the instinct to survive is still here, sharp and unyielding. I just have to endure. Long enough for my memories to return, and to understand what I’ve been thrown into.

“You think stepping outside changes anything, but the world doesn’t care about the innocent. Not really. Only the clever. The ones who survive.” His words cut through me. He knew my name. How? I wondered. But before I could ask, he added, “I know your kind. You survived inside walls that would’ve crushed most people. That tells me more than words ever could.” I hesitated. “Survived… I guess. But surviving isn’t living, is it?” He shook his head slowly. “Depends on your definition. Surviving can mean planning, observing, waiting for the right moment. It’s not living, maybe—but it’s necessary.”

Vivian said. Not the question Aria expected. "What do you want to know?" "How did you survive him?" Aria studied Vivian's face. The question was genuine. The need behind it was desperate. "I didn't survive him," Aria said. "Not the way people mean when they say that. I didn't overcome him or defeat him. I just... kept existing. One day at a time. One hit at a time. I woke up every morning and decided to still be here. That's not survival. That's endurance."

Crazy how getting through the worst shit flips the script. Turns straight enemies into ride-or-die. Survival don’t give a fuck about old rules but it writes new ones in blood.

"Where would you go?" "I don't know. Somewhere far away. Somewhere they can't find me." "There's nowhere like that. You know that." "Then what am I supposed to do?" My voice broke. "What am I supposed to do when there's no way out?" "You survive. However you can. Whatever it takes." "I don't think I can survive this." "Yes, you can. You're stronger than you think." "I'm not strong. I'm falling apart." The room was spinning now. I couldn't tell if I was sitting or falling.

I wait for the screen to light up, but it remains dark. Ugh. I turn on my side, tucking my arm under my head. How much longer do I have to survive?

Of watching everyone we saved die because we destroyed the only thing that could save them. "There has to be another way," I said. "There is always another way. We survived Marcus. We survived the Consortium. We survived everything. We can survive this." "Sometimes," Hope said quietly, "survival is not option. Sometimes we just—lose. Accept it. Make peace with it. Say goodbye while we still can." "No. Absolutely not. I refuse. We do not give up. We do not quit. We—" My phone rang. Unknown number. I almost ignored it. Then something made me answer.

Nothing more, nothing less. And if that had to be enough, then I'd make it be enough. Even if it killed me. Which, based on how much my chest hurt right now, it very well might. But I'd survive anyway. Because that's what I did. I survived.

“Show them you are unbreakable and you will survive.” For the first time in weeks, a laugh escapes me. It feels fragile, but real. Maybe, just maybe, I can survive this city after all.