No matter the suffering, I decide to keep living

"I will keep surviving... even if the world rejects my very existence."



I woke up in the darkness.

No warning, no clues.

As my eyes adjusted to the strange light around me, I realized—this place wasn’t unfamiliar.



Yes, I know this world.

This… is the world of a novel I once read.

A fictional world, where heroes shine and demons fall.

But behind all of that lies a truth never written on any page:



This world is hell.



The difficulty level? Inhuman.

There’s no interface.

No hidden powers awakening when I’m on the brink of death.

No lucky twist saving me at the last second.



There is only pain—raw, relentless, and ever-present.

My body is wounded, my mind shattered, my hope torn apart piece by piece…

As if someone behind the scenes is savoring every second.



And I know who you are.



The Author.



Yes, you, sitting calmly behind the screen, typing away,

Watching me spiral deeper into suffering.

You enjoy this, don’t you?

Watching me fall.

Watching me cry.

Watching me break.



Maybe to you, I’m just a story.

Just a fictional character with no feelings.



But I know I exist.

And I know this pain is real.



So hear me now.



I will not die.

At least… not yet.

Because I will survive long enough—become strong enough—to flip this story on its head.



I will live.

Not because this world deserves to be fought for…

But because I want to hurt you the way you’ve hurt me.



So keep writing, Author.



Because every page you write… brings me one step closer to taking back my own story.