Revenge After Death

Perhaps I was unsettled, so I couldn't sleep soundly. After all, I had nearly been raped and trafficked.

I wondered how the old Stephanie Carlson would have handled it if she had been in that situation. She probably would have attacked Howard and Bobby with the knife before handing them over to the police, wouldn't she?

Regardless, I wasn't that Stephanie anymore.

Sometimes, I couldn't help but wonder if I was the Stephanie Carlson whom Steven loved. If Steven still loved that Stephanie, then was I - who had lost those memories and personality - the person he loved?

If a person's character had changed, would they still be considered the same person?

"Stephie... I want you to live on, that's all I ask."

"Steve... You can't hold me back."

"Stephanie Carlson, please don't be so cruel to me."

"But I have no heart... "

I had a nightmare. In the dream, I kept hurting myself, trying to end my life with all kinds of methods. I was seeking an escape.

Steven chained me up, cried, and begged me not to continue. He even went as far as hurting himself in front of me, threatening to end his life alongside mine if I wouldn't stop hurting myself - I watched him coldly, without intervening.

want to hurt

can't escape from this... I'm a monster. I won't

in despair, the knife in his hand fell to the ground, blood dripping from his fingertips. After a long silence, he spoke with

consumed

the iron chains causing my chest to ache terribly. I wanted to shout out to Steven, to stop him from hurting himself. "No...

up from the nightmare, breathing heavily, sweat

me from behind and whispered, "Stephie... did you have a

after a long pause, I

wasn't sure what my feelings for Steven were now reliance, or perhaps something more... With those missing pieces of my memories, I wouldn't label it as love, though. "Please don't hurt yourself anymore, okay?" I said softly, gently touching the scars on his wrist with my

held me. "Does it pain you

he was hoping for a certain response, as though

myself that I had to give him

held his wrist and whispered,

forehead excitedly and

left speechless, finding his

ending up lying

position was too intimate; with one wrong move, something might

Steven gazed at me, I couldn't help but marvel at his stunning eyes, though I had always been