Long Story Short I Survived Novels & Stories

To Mateo Fernandez, living in truth and love. From Beverly Williams, abused and silenced. To Beverly Fernandez, healed and speaking. From Marco the unborn, surviving poison and trauma. To Marco the five-year-old, thriving in peace and safety. Three survivors. One family. Endless future. Finally, truly happy. THE END.

"I don't think so. I just need you both to actually listen, all the way through, before either of you says anything." They exchanged a glance, that old twin language I'd grown so used to reading, and nodded in unison. "I spent five years," I began slowly, "building an entire identity around a single story. The girl who survived. The girl whose savior would someday come find her and make all of it make sense. I didn't realize how small that story actually was until I met both of you and watched it explode into something far bigger, far messier, and considerably more honest than anything I'd ever let myself imagine."

Ten years after I'm abducted, I'm finally rescued and brought home. From that day on, Mom and Dad make me the center of their world. They even burn through their savings and move to another city for me. But those ten years leave me with severe depression. One day, I take a razor blade to my wrist. Dad grabs the blade with his bare hand. "If you die, what are your mom and I supposed to do?" All that attention soon starts to suffocate me. Eventually, I snap and smash up all the furniture in the house. Even then, Mom just pulls me into her arms and comforts me over and over. "It's okay, sweetheart. It's all over now." Then my younger adopted sister, Nancy Bonner, asks one simple question

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.

😌💙💙😍 Me. Hi, girls! I need you guys right now! It's urgent! It's a matter of life and death o!! I checked if they were online and it turns out they were not online. After waiting for what seemed like hours, Mitchelle and Christabel finally replied. Bel.🦋💗 What is it, babe? Are you alright? Mich.💘💘 Matter of life and death? Wetin sup?! Me. Uhmm. It's not really serious o.

I vowed to kill every last one of them if I lived. I passed out from blood loss, but when I woke I was still alive and on the mend. The doctors were not able to tell me how I survived. I started to wonder if one of those freaks turned me like them. I was on the verge of killing myself when he walked in. Lt Col Jerald Shivers debriefed me about what I saw. Officially they were insurgents, unofficially they were people of interest. He also informed me that I was treated with an experimental drug which is why I healed so quickly.

"I am increasing the security around you. Who knows if you'll kill yourself when no one is watching? "That would be great," I responded. "God!" Rotimi shouted. "How can you talk like that in situations like this, Lou?" "Listen, Rotimi, I'm sorry I lied to you, but what's the point of living?" I pointed to my body. "How do I survive if I'm like this?" Rotimi heaved a sigh and came to sit beside me on the bed. He took my hand and placed it on his leg. "You probably think you can't survive, but you've been surviving for fourteen years."

"Five years ago, I was kidnapped by someone I thought was my husband. For five years, I lived as someone else. I lost my memory. I lost my identity. I almost lost my life." I paused. The room was silent. "But I didn't lose hope. Even when I was blind. Even when I was dying of cancer. Even when I thought I would never escape. I held onto hope. And that hope kept me alive. I told them about Hope. About how I chose to protect my unborn baby instead of saving myself. About how that choice gave me strength. About how Hope saved me just as much as I saved her. "Today, I stand before you as proof that you can survive," I continued. "You can escape. You can heal. It won't be easy. It won't be fast.

Jessica often heard people say, that surviving a great disaster brings great fortune. After going through numerous hardships this time, escaping the plane crash in the desert, being stranded for two days in the desert, nearly being killed in the castle, almost blown to pieces on the sea, with several near-death experiences, and the virus, they were all unharmed so far. Could things be smooth sailing from now on? She hoped so.

“It’s okay. Breathe. You did it once, you can do it again.” “That was luck. If Sheril hadn’t been thrown in, I’d have been dead.” Victor’s lessons also saved my life. I sit against the wall and wonder how they’re all doing. My life suddenly did a one eighty and completely changed again after I’d gotten used to my father and his pack. Now I’m here. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I survived all these years. I survived a raging river as a child that killed my mother. I survived a pack that hated me and nearly killed me many times. I survived my father and stood up to him and his cruelty. I can survive this too. I must.