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Please. Just stay 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.

After everything I did for them, they’re going to kill me. I fell on the ground, sharp rocks piercing my skin. The next thing I knew was that I was staring at the open sky, droplets of rain falling on my face. I don’t remember what happened, I don’t remember their faces. My eyes just felt heavy, and my body grew tired. If I die now, at least I won’t suffer any more. At least I won’t be in pain, and I won’t be alone anymore. “You can’t die,” the voice whispered. It was warm, serene, and gentle. It was coming from inside of my head. “I will keep you alive. I will keep you alive.”

I’ve gоt tо dо whаt I саn to stay аlіvе. I bеlіеvе fіndіng thіѕ nоtеbооk mіght bе a ѕіgn frоm thе universe. Wrіtіng іn hеrе іѕ going tо hеlр mе survive; and one day, mу words mіght еvеn hеlр аnоthеr gіrl lіkе mе. I’m ѕurе I wоn’t bе the lаѕt to bе trapped hеrе.

As I turn to go, he says my name the way the panel moderator said thank you for coming—like an ordinary grace. “Alie.” I look back. “Take the long way,” he says lightly. “The magnolia’s still throwing rain.” It’s nothing. It’s everything. It’s a person remembering what I noticed and offering it back like a towel for wet hands. I nod, because I don’t trust my voice not to do something theatrical. On the walk home, the city smells rinsed. I do take the long way. The magnolia shakes itself dry in silver bursts, and I stand under it and get misted and think: maybe there are versions of this where I don’t drown.

He tilted my chin with one clawed finger. “You’re fire,” he said. “But fire burns out when it’s alone.” I didn’t blink. Didn’t flinch. He pulled back. “You’ll break. Just like the others.” He turned to leave. “Wait,” I said. He stopped. “Why keep me alive?” He glanced over his shoulder. “Because he wants to **see** you.” Hours passed. Or maybe it was days. No food. Just dripping water. I stayed awake. Counting breaths.

Chen is there again, frantic but focused, telling me to stay awake, to hold on just a little longer, that I might actually survive this after all. The words do not feel real at first. Survival has never felt like something meant for me. But as the pain begins to stabilize, as my breathing steadies slightly, I start to understand that I am not slipping away anymore. I am still here. Still alive. Still part of this world that refuses to let me go so easily.

I drew in a shaky breath and whispered to myself, barely audible: “Stay alive. Stay strong." And I meant it.

Then walked up, steady and slow. His face drained as I reached for the mic.

But I could be useful. I wiped my face. Smiled. A real, scary one. “They think I’m broken,” I whispered. “But I’m the only one keeping them alive.” My breath fogged the air. “She needs me.” My voice cracked. “They all do.