Survive Meme Novels & Stories

I would survive it. Because survival was the first step toward strength. --- *******

Early the next morning, I took my daughters to my parents’ house. When I returned, Jaxon and Rykel were still asleep, snoring like thunder. There were several missed calls on my phone that I hadn’t noticed because it was on silent. All of them were from Dominic. "The injuries are really severe this time. The girls’ faces are completely ruined." His tone was unusually grave. My hand felt ice-cold as I held the phone, my palm slick with sweat. In my previous life, I had been the one suffering. I hadn’t even survived long enough to wait for an ambulance.

But at least this cage has an exit date. Twenty-three days. We can survive twenty-three days. We've survived worse. Together. Always together.

I would survive. For my baby. For myself. To be continue

But every single time I woke up from a coma or a severe injury, only one thought ran through my mind. Even if I were at death's door, I had to die by Damian's side. But now, I looked at him. Damian was a bit taller than he was four years ago, his complexion clear and healthy. It was obvious that he had been living the good life. It turned out he hadn't lost his memory at all. He remembered everything. He just didn't care whether I lived or died, nor did he care about the sheer desperation that drove me to search for him.

Survival has i⁠ts own muscle memory. I press my back against what’‍s left of a half-collap‌sed w⁠a‌ll⁠ and f‌orce mys‍elf to br⁠e‍athe. Each‌ inha‍le h‍urt‍s — a remin‌der that I’⁠m st⁠ill‌ alive, though barely. T‍he sound of boo‌ts s‌cra⁠pi‍ng gravel snap‌s throug‍h the silence. Slow. Deliberate. Coming closer.

cackles a voice behind me. I turn around, surprised. An older, massive, and cruel inmate approaches. Her gaze burns with contempt. Without a word, she shoves me to the ground. My head hits the iron mattress, a sharp pain shoots through my skull. I feel humiliation seize me, but I do not scream. I slowly rise, transforming my fall into a mere incident, as if nothing had happened. In my mind, I repeat: observe, survive, prepare. — Learn quickly, she whispers as she walks away. Here, nothing is forgiven.

] [May all your plans work out perfectly. [Live long and stay healthy!] [May everything work out perfectly for you!] … They were the notes William and I had left behind, one by one, in different corners of the city. And then, internet sleuths uncovered another account. The username was 'GimmeThatResurrectionScroll'. It contained only one post—a short video with text and audio. [You made it. If we never meet again in this life, then I hope today is kind to you. Tomorrow too. And every day after—always.]

“To whatever the fuck comes next. Survive, and don’t whine about it.” They clinked their glasses…

Survive. And above all—never show weakness.