Long Story Short I Survived Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.

Once upon a time, there lived a kind cople of elders. They had a beautiful love story. They were friends since childhood and stayed by each other side till they became old. Nothing could their them apart. Not even the fact that the woman could not get pregnant. They lived happy, in a small village, covered in snow half the year. There were happy children, enough food every winter and no war, just the calm peace.

I couldn't believe my ears. Nobody knew this story about Adrian or the Castillo family at all. "My father and my mother were both shot in front of me. I got shot too but I barely survived and it was because they missed a vital spot in my body," he informed me and I had not realized it when lone tears rolled down my cheek. "You see this spot over here," he pointed at the side of his stomach. "That's where I got shot and my grandfather has made sure I survive through any means. I thought I had died but I didn't die. I woke up after a month."

Because that was what I did. I survived. Even when survival felt like dying slowly. Even when I didn’t recognize the woman in the mirror anymore. Even when carrying everything meant losing myself completely. I survived. One day. One breath. One lie at a time. Until the day I couldn’t anymore.

I’d survived a fraudulent lawsuit and public humiliation. I could survive this too. I would survive this too.

Long Story Short, I survived. ────────────────────────────────────────────────────

Then, one night, after a failed attempt on my life in the showers, he stepped in and saved me without saying a word. That was when I realized something terrifying. The men sent to kill me weren’t random prisoners. They were sent by Lena. And somehow… this stranger already knew it.

As soon as they left, she fell down on the floor like a flower that was about to wilt. She cried, “There were assassins that were found on the way to my residence. They murdered all of your guards and almost had a chance to rape me. Luckily, that man earlier saved me. If it weren’t for him, I don’t know what could’ve happened to me. I’m so frightened, uncle. Would you allow for me to stay in your residence for just one day? I would like to seek justice for the injustices I have experienced. Please help me.”

**MR ANTONY SANTOS**~Day Nine Fuck shit. Fuck this. I'm not buying this sob story. I'm not giving up. I can't wake up and in a few hours get news of the chance that Tracy might be dead. "I just woke up from a coma, in quote of course, I survived a bullet word that should've in theory ended my life. I scaled through everything with barely a scratch, I'm not sure what that is but I'll pass it off as a miracle until someone provides a word to properly describe it. If I go through all of that and stand, well I won't be able to stand since it's been a while, but you get the picture, if I can do that, then the consistent factor is hope."