A week goes by, it feels like a year. I haven't slept at all. I look behind me every minute of every day. Guys will smile at me and I will nearly burst into a sprint. People will follow me for a few seconds and disappear into the darkness. Prison outbreaks happen but not at their prison. No one has come for me. No one calls me. I kick anyone out who dares step foot in my property.
I need my space. I need to breathe. If I can't breathe then I can't focus. I need to focus. I need to know what comes next. Is this what life is supposed to be like? I can't remember what life was like before, before my life as a survivor. I hate this life. Why do I keep being saved?
There was a knock on my door. It's midnight. The knocking doesn't stop, instead it gets louder. It's calling my name. My feet inch closer to the door. A mans face appears in the window. I have to run. Run away from the door. My feet keeps inching to the door. The hand goes onto the doorknob. My wrist twist and the door opens
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Surviver
Mistério / SuspenseA girl just survived death a few times. Her past comes back to haunt her. Then weird things start to happen in her life. No one knows what is happening to her. Will she die? Will her past suck her up? Will she be willing to fight to be herself? And...
