I stumble through the streets of New York. All the pain I was feeling all over. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was getting away from him. Through the blood that was trickling down my face, I could see the familiar glow of the neon sign. I made it up the stairs and started pounding on the door. I hear footsteps coming from the other side, the door gets open, my eyes are too heavy and I can’t keep them open any longer, and I pass out.
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I'm A survivor
FanfictionSantanna needs help but from who and what will the help lead to? Will it lead to a relationship? A new sense of identity? A fairy tale ending? Who knows.
