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.

I'll go with you; if you want to hurt yourself, I'll do it too," Steven threatened, though his voice

I'm a monster. I won't genuinely have

me in despair, the knife in his hand fell to the ground, blood dripping from his fingertips.

he left, consumed by deep

chains causing my chest to ache terribly. I wanted to shout

up from the nightmare, breathing heavily, sweat dripping from my forehead and saturating

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

and after a long pause, I leaned

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

me. "Does it pain you if I do,

sense he was hoping for a certain response, as though he had been waiting for this answer for a long

that I had to give him

whispered, "It pains me if

Steve suddenly kissed my forehead excitedly and rolled

speechless, finding his reaction was

protested, ending up

one wrong move,

marvel at his stunning eyes, though I had always been aware of