Surviving

Maya

Lilith's getting married! I am really happy for her. She hasn't been this happy since we escaped. Orlando and I offer our congratulations to them.

Hopefully, Lily will teach him to toughen up, but I couldn't be happier for them. Mr. Emotional glows around her presents and Lily hugs him. God, now they really won't keep their hands off each other.

Once all their gushy stuff is out of the way we sit on the couch and talk. Mr and Mrs. soon-to-be Emotional sit together (more like on top of each other).

Sugar rests at my feet. For a second we don't talk. The only thing heard is the rushing Falls. It feels good to be back in Canada. The sun comes through small cracks and it feels good on my face.

"So?" I start off.

"So." Lilith repeats.

"Are you pregnant? Like I am being serious this time."

Orlando chuckles and Adrian gets angry while Lilith glares at me.

"Why would you say that?" She asks.

"I'm not trying to be mean, but this is kinda happening fast."

"Love happens fast." Lilith answers.

I roll my eyes at that very cheesy remark.

"Well I think my fiancé and I should spend a little alone time." Mr. Emotional says standing. Lilith takes his hand and they leave.

I climb on Sugar and head to the training room. I feed her, but I don't feel like training.

That's a first! I head back to the edge of the the falls.

I let my leg dangling off the edge. A memory pops up. I'm thirteen years old again.

The teens were my rebellious years. I'm wearing the only clothes they gave me, short black shorts and shirt. I think it just stopped at my navel.

I'm up against the wall. A scientist has me in chains and rope around my body.

Others gathered around us, but the scientist that had me chained is also the one who created me. He had, the idea of me and was the main one who worked on me.

He wasn't nice to me, but he wasn't as mean to me as he was to the others. I even have his last name.

I used to think of him as a dad, because he has a son around my age and since he spent the most of the time on me, his son hates me and he grew up wanting to hurt me and became more than frustrated when he couldn't hurt me.

Regardless, his son was the only thing that kept me from killing him. As much as I hate them all I didn't want him to be parent less since his mother is dead. I used to even think of him as my dad when i was younger since he kept feeding me stories about how to have his blood, which only made me hate him more. I stopped thinking and calling him that, the day he did this.

The scientist loved experimenting on Lily and I. My so called dad smiled at his friends,then took a gun and shot me. Once over the heart and the next in the forehead.

He sees me stumble on impact and decides to go farther and pushes me off The Falls. When I hit the water I'm fine.

The bullets ricocheted on contact with myself, but the chain's weight pulls me down and water fills my lungs.

A hand shakes my shoulder. I snap out of that memory and look at Orlando.

"Were you choking?" He asks.