Stories I made last year that I can't just leave unintended

Survivor

I am Alive.

Even with my frustration that I couldn't see her myself and the other children did.

I Am Alive, even when I whine.

Even when I saw her against your wishes.

I Am Alive, even when I disobey.

Even when my spine snapped and cracked in all the wrong places.

I Am Alive, even when I was broken.

Even when I was forced to be completely helpless with weak, unmoving legs.

I Am Alive, even when I was paralyzed.

Even when my Mother jumped off that bridge with tears cascading down her face as you watched from afar with Ryan in your arms as he cried out for her like the baby he was.

I Am Alive, even when she was gone.

Even when Ryan died in that hospital with everyone in the room crying for his return.

I Am Alive, even when he died.

Even when Michael disappeared and I was left alone with you for all those agonizing years.

I Am Alive, even when I was with you.

Even when you hit me, used me, threw me around, pushed me, manipulated me, and even choked me until I passed out.

I Am Alive, even when I was near death.

Even when I went to college far, far away from you and only went back to see the house completely empty.

I Am Alive, even when I was far away from you.

Even when I went underground and faced those clowns to find more about who you are and what your intentions really led to from the beginning.

I Am Alive, even when they wanted to kill me.

Even when my insides were scooped out forcibly and my last breath was wasted by trying to push them back away from me as they tore out my organs.

I Am Alive, even when I was in excruciating pain.

Even when I had to be a damn ghost and roam around them as they used my own skin to escape only to get out and leave my corpse on the sidewalk all pathetic and rotten beyond repair.

I Am Alive, even when she told me I wouldn't die.

Even when I was forced to hide away for thirty long years in the shadows, my body completely empty of anything but my own soul.

I Am Alive, even when I was scared.

Even when some of that remnant they had within themselves was transferred to me and helped me become a bit more alive physically.

I Am Alive, even when my mind wasn't well.

Even when I met the man whom you called your 'old friend' and he told me everything you've done from the murders, the remnant, your manipulation on him, your manipulation on Michael, me, mom, and even Ryan.

I Am Alive, even when I was furious at you.

Even when we both planned at what will happen next into setting Ryan free and damning you to Hell.

I Am Alive, even when I doubted the plan.

Even when I took the courage to take the pizzeria into my own hands by the animatronics, the lawsuits, the food, the cups, the plates, the advertisements, the party tables, the stage, and even the goddamn games.

I Am Alive, even with the stress.

Even when I had to meet them again, but with one of them taking over the other and taking full advantage of the body with its wires, I disfigured face, and even its eagerness to be a happy family again.

I Am Alive, even when it laughed at me.

Even when I saw her again with her tangled red and blue pigtail hair, her menacing blue eyes, her permanent smile, her torn physique, her clawed hand, and her claw...

I Am Alive, even when she handed me my old, worn out, red bow.

Even when I saw you across from me, your body slumped over slightly as I went with the procedure, your body looked completely ridiculous with your ears, to your frame, to your only arm, to the insides, and even your teeth were all decomposed and rusty looking.

I Am Alive, even when you looked at me with that empty eyes of yours with that crooked, twisted smile you had on yourself.

Even when I took care of Ryan when he was inside that bear, and fought off the others that tried to escape to either get me or other children in their grasp, I shocked them to the point where they couldn't move.

I Am Alive, even when you threaten my own life with your sharp bone sticking out for the world to see.

Even when I stand before you, my hands holding at your skull, my arms pulsing with agony from my constructing muscles, you bone stabbing at my chest and your sharp claws choking at my throat, and your disgusting smile still at play.

I scream:

"I AM ALIVE!!!"