Novel & Cerita Long Story Short I Survived

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

HELENA Pain surged through my body as I tried to sit up and get myself off the ground. The pain was sharp and sudden. Chasing away the last traces of weakness I had. Along with it, the hope of survival. In my condition, it didn’t matter what I did. I couldn’t fight my way through what was coming. I gritted my teeth and tried pushing myself off the ground again.

He brandished the book he was reading and said to Anna, "Look! Merpeople do exist! Sylvie is a mermaid. She was the one who rescued me from the ocean all those years ago…" "You've lost your mind, Connor." Anna snatched the book and tore out the page that spoke of merpeople before continuing, "Merpeople don't exist! You told me that yourself. You also promised that I'd be the only person you'd ever love. "Do you know that ever since the video of you and Sylvie went viral, I've become a laughingstock in Jewelton? Everyone is mocking me for being deluded and overestimating myself. They all say I'm just Sylvie's substitute!"

Can’t speak. “Abuja. Eight years ago. I was twenty-nine. Still climbing. A deal went bad,very bad. Someone I trusted decided I was worth more dead than alive. Slipped into my hotel room at 2 a.m. Kitchen knife. I woke up when the blade was already in.” My stomach turns over. “He didn’t expect me to fight back. I didn’t expect to survive. But I did. Barely. Three weeks in ICU. Six months of physio. And every day since then I’ve made sure no one ever gets that close again.”

I flinch on instinct and tighten my fists. My heart pounds in my ear. Slowly, I feel his fingers lift my top higher. My bra snaps free next. A lump solidifies in my throat. I bury my face in the sofa, nails digging into my palms as I pray silently. I’ll die if he goes further than this. Warm liquid tickles my skin. It stops. He touches the small of my back and questions softly, “What’s this scar?” “Um, proof of survival…” “Survival?” “I survived a car accident w-when I was seven. It was a really bad one… my parents said they thought I’d died.”

“Who is this really?” “It’s me, Camilia. I’m alive. I’m well. I’m in Italy,” I replied, my voice steady despite the tears forming in my eyes. There was a pause. Then her voice came, sharp and defensive. “Now you listen to me! If you’re playing games and pretending to be someone else, you’ll wish it was really them lying in the grave!” My heart melted at her words. I smiled through my tears. “Camilia, it’s really me. I survived that accident. A kind stranger saved me, and when the world thought I was dead, I left to rebuild my life away from everything that hurt me.”

"YOU'RE LUCKY to have been able to survive that fall young lady" the first time I heard those words from the doctor was the first time that I actually started believing that life was in no way fair. Nobody wanted me, my parents sure as hell didn't and now even death didn't. I was truly unwanted. Infact I was still wondering how I managed to survive the fall from my room window. Though I had a lot of broken bones and almost all my ribs were broken, I was still sadly very much alive. Was this some kind of sick joke or what?!

“You got me out of a hospital bed under police watch. You can get me a meeting with my wife.” He hesitated. I saw it—the flicker of doubt. Then he asked, “How did you even survive that? The doctors said the injury was… non-survivable.” I walked toward him, stopping close. He was shorter than me. I liked that. “I just survived,” I said, simple. “Woke up. Saw the police were still there, asking questions. I woke up right after it happened, actually. But I stayed. Let them treat me. Let them think I was a weak, broken patient. My body… it gave wrong signals. Low heart rate. Fake coma readings. I made them think I was barely alive.” I smirked. “It was an opportunity. Let them put their guard dow

Lucas nodded. "I remember." "I used to dance." "I remember that too." "I used to love moving." Tears blurred my vision. "I don't know what happened to me." Lucas didn't answer me immediately. Instead, he looked toward the trees. Then he looked back at me. "I do." I frowned. "What?" "You survived." The words caught me off guard. "You survived losing babies." My throat tightened. "You survived surgeries." "You survived depression." "You survived being lonely in a house full of everything except comfort."

I ask, pulling away from Sky and yawning. “Yes, we can go to bed.” Chuckling, I slowly climb off his lap and stand, stretching as I do so. Sky takes my hand when I am done and we make our way back towards the Palace. What ever is about to be thrown at me because of Juden and his me, I will take it in strides. I survived his assassination attempt fourteen years ago, survived the Slums and Prison. Hell, I just survived being poisoned. I am a survivor and if there is one thing I know how to do it’s fight to survive.