[The screen flickers.  Statics pulses]

A shadowy figure fades in- black goggle deflecting the screen's glow.

He's seated in a dim room, only his mouth visible beneath the  hood.

(He's seated in a dim room, only his mouth visible beneath the hood. A soft hum — like bees or broken tech — loops faintly in the background.)

“You came back...or maybe this is your first time?

Doesn’t matter. The stream's live now… and this story has been waiting.”

(He leans forward. The screen darkens, except for the glint of his goggles.)

“Let's start with something nice, shall we? "

(He helds an old journal)

"This a story is about a father who has  a daughter that loves bees....a little too much "

"See you in that the end"

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To anyone reading this, my name is Hans,  32 years old.

This is my story. 

It all became when we first moved to a small town called  Lonn town, i thought we were escaping the chaos and noises of the city.

I wanted a fresh space for my two daughters, Anna and Jenna, i wanted to give them a place were they could breathe again after their mother left them in this world in my care.

The house was old but well-maintained and spacious, perfect for them to play around.

Anna was the eldest, a quiet girl and...a bit different.

She would rather spend her time staring at the insects than playing with toys like Jenna. 

I used to think it was charming and endearing but when we settled in the town, her curiosity turned  into obsession. 

It began with the bees.

There was a hive in a old tree at the edge of the cliff.

I warned her to stay away but she didn't listen. 

She would always sneak out when i wasn't around.

I remember finding  her one afternoon, her hand was outstretched, bees crawling across her arm like pets.

She wasn't scare instead, she was smiling and giggling. She looked at me ,

" Daddy, they like me"

I was shock but then i saw a pot of honey on her side and thought she had applied them on her arm.

I told her to just feed them and come inside.

At night, i would hear her humming a low and tune less melody in her room, whenever i would ask about it she only say,

" the bees taught me"

I thought she was just playing around so i let her be.

Then the nightmares  began.

Terrible and horrible dreams. A black large hive was hanging infront of me, i saw a massive bee queen with writhing legs and a bloated body slick with blood , it's face, grotesque mosaic of human faces and eyes. 

I would wake up choking, my throat thick with something sticky and sweet.

I would check on my daughters after i wake up from those dreams and i would always find them asleep. 

But the air in Anna's room always smelled faintly of wax and her window was left open, though, i always check their Windows before going to bed.

After a week, the neighbours began acting strange, my neighbour next door, Mr John screamed, claiming that bees were crawling down his throat. 

The following day, the mailman was found dead next to his van, his mouth was stuffed with solid honey.

I froze.

People began to whispered about it, they started pointing fingers at my daughter.

That's when i realised something was so wrong. 

I protected her and brought her back home and begged her to stop feeding the bees.

I don't know why but something was telling me she has something to do with it.

She didn't answer.

The next day, Mr John was found death in his kitchen, his eye balls were replace with honeycomb.

I ran back to my daughter.

i shouted.

I cried. 

I told her to tell them to stop, but she just looked at me with those calm and lost eyes

" you don't understand daddy, they chose me, SHE chose me"

"Who is SHE?" i asked.

But she was silent.

I sat on the couch, my hands shook for hours. 

I locked all the doors and sealed every window. 

I call a psychologist, a therapist, even a priest but no one had answers. 

As days went by, she grew quieter as if she was waiting for something. 

Then one early morning, she was gone.

I was sure i locked everything, the keys are still in my pocket, so how?

I woke all the neighbours and we began to search.

We found her the next day inside that damn tree- inside it.

Her little body was wrapped in wax and yellow flower petals, her skin was very cold, her eyes were half-open, but she was breathing.

We rushed her to the hospital, the doctor ran test after test.

Nothing made sense, no trauma, no injuries, no diseases, nothing  just....sleeping. 

I asked  one of my neighbour to take care of Jenna while i stayed in the hospital. 

I thought that since there are no sightings of bees or any insect in the hospital, things will be fine. 

But no .

The nurses reported seeing bees in the vent and Windows at night.

One of them even found a wax doll, shaped like themself on the windows.

The equipments in the hospital began to fail, lights flickered none stop.

One night, when i was by her side, i heard her hum the same tune less melody in her sleep, i gently patted her head praying she wakes up soon.

The next morning, i woke up and looked at the bed.

She was.....gone.

There was no alarm, no broken windows, just a slightly opened window beside a cold bed and a trail of honey on the floor.

I broken down. 

The doctors didn't believe me when i told them she wasn't kidnapped .

No one understand she had left willingly. 

That something had taken her or...awaken inside her.

We searched for days but didn't find her.

After her disappearance, the whole town changed.

I saw the children pressing their ears on the ground, mumbling. 

I looked around, i saw flowers blooming out of season, and strange black bees i have never seen before. 

As the wind blew, i could hear the hum, the same hum.

My Anna...

*****

They say  i have gone mad, that grief made me hallucinate. 

But i know what i saw.

One night after putting Jenna to bed, i returned to the tree, the one on the edge of the cliff where we found her. 

I stood before  it, trembling, hoping to see her again .

Please.....

I begged.

And i did see her.

Pale as ever, bare foot, standing at the edge of the tree.

She didn't speak , she didn't move.

But the bees moved around her like air.

And then she smiled, a smile i haven't seen in a long time.

I felt to my knees.

Tearing streaming down my face.

Oh my dear wife, what have i done.

I shouldn't have left the  city.

My dear wife, you once said she was special, have you known about this?

Why didn't you tell me?

Why didn't you warn me before you left?

Now, they call her " The Queen" .

The tree she disappeared into  grew larger and larger, it now has the height of a five story building, its trunk bloated and garled.

Black honey drips from its barks, it can't be call a tree anymore, it was more like a hall.

No. A church, and my daughter is at the centre of it all.

I am writing this from the edge of the town,  Jenna is now under the care of my sister.

And i, am still living in the same old house, i tried to leave this place, but i always come back, the hum grew louder the further i go.

I feel her inside me, sometimes in my dreams , in the wind.

Every day i woke up with the taste of honey in my mouth and a memory of her soft little hand caressing my face.

I don't know what Anna became, i don't know if she was changed or consumed.....or she has always been like that, that i was the one who awaken "it" by bringing her to nature .

I really don't know. 

All i know is , she loved them and they too loved her back.

Seeing how am still alive, maybe she still love her daddy right?

If you find this journal, if  you hear a hum at night, don't listen.

And for the love of whatever you believe in....

Don't listen to the little girl in the pink dress.

And if you woke up with something sweet in your mouth,

Am sorry....but is already late.

*****

[Kia's voice returns]

"The father sent this in hoping someone believe him, someone like you".

"He said they are always watching, "she" is always listening". 

"And now you know"

"Hmm, well, i hope you like the story"

"see you guys next stream".

Bye~

* Contains Minor Gore*

(A testimony by Eithen Jones, the only survivor of camp valley hollow, 2020)

You never expect summer to end in blood right?

They said i probably imagined it, that trauma has warped my memories.

But no.

No one could have done what she did.

I was there, i remember everything.

It started like every other summer adventure.

Me, Jass, Macus, Linda and Drake, piling into Linda's SUV.

The windows were down, music up while we were half drunk, well, except for Linda and i.

Valley Hollow had been around for a long time, famous for its stargazing sites, bonfires and no internet service, away from the chaotic city.

Perfect.

Since we were fresh from our final semester, we were ready for a blast of freedom.

The first four days was perfect.

We made new friends, played pranks on each other, swim in the freezing lake at mid night, me and the boys would sometimes sneak out for a quick smoke and only slept a little.

It was freedom.

Until i saw her.

*****

It was evening when we saw her near the edge of the toolsets.

She wore a long black hoodie, her hands hidden in her sleeves and a pale mask covering the bottom half of her face.

Her eyes barely moved as she was surrounded by three bullies.

They were mocking her, yanking the book from her, one pushed her to the wall and called her ' the masked freak '

When she bent down to grab the book , one of them stomped on it.

"Hey", i said to my friends, Standing up from the campfire,

" we should stop them "

" dude, don't bother ", Macus muttered, " she's a weirdo "

" she gives me a serial killer vibe" Jass laughed.

Linda didn't even look up from her phone, "just camp drama, ignore it "

How can i ignore someone being bullied?

I ignored them and walked over to them and shouted at them to back off.

After they left, i picked up her book and offer it to her.

" you okay?" I asked.

But she didn't speak.

Her eyes were locked into mine, her gaze was unsettling still as if she was observing something.

Then she suddenly turned around and ran into the woods.

I stood there confused, but then i thought maybe she is the shy type.

I walked back to the campfire and saw my friends looking at me like am a freak.

" well", Drake said grinning " hero Eithen and the masked cryptid princess?"

" yeah, have you fallen in love hero Eithen?" Jass asked with a knowing smile.

" knock it off " i yelled at them.

We all laughed.

We shouldn't have.

That was the last time i ever laughed.

And on that night, everything fell apart.

I was awake that time when i heard a scream.

It was sharp and it was close.

I immediately jump out of bed and left the carbin with Drake following behind.

Outside, the lights flared in the cabins, people were gathering at a place.

When we got to the source, my stomach sank.

It was Jass, we was crouched in the corner, sobbing, his eyes were wide with terror.

Drake stood beside me frozen, Linda had her hands over her mouth, tears falling.

Macus...Macus was dead.

Butchered.

His body was in his bed...half of it, his corpse sat stiff against the headboard, his mouth was stretched open, his tongue was torn out, the rest of his lower body was missing.

There was blood everywhere.

Drake vomited, i....i couldn't move, i just stood there shock.

What's going on here?

The medic and the rangers came, they searched and questioned us, we told them what we know, we heard nothing.

We slept and woke to find our friend hacked in half.

We were then relocated to another part of the camp, while they investigate.

They also took Jass along for more questioning.

I didn't think she had anything to do with it, she was just a quiet and shy girl.

That night i couldn't sleep, i sat on the window and stared at the sky, deep in thought.

Then from a distance, i saw her sitting on a rock beside the lake.

She sat still, alone, her mask catching the moonlight.

Then suddenly, she looked at my direction and our eyes lock in.

I smiled and waved.

She didn't say anything, she just kept staring at me, after a while, she got up and walked towards the girl section.

" i hope she stays safe"

The next day, Drake vanished after going for a walk.

We all searched around the camp but he was no were to be found.

But that night, they found him, his face.

Just his face, nailed to the ceiling of the mess hall, his eyes were sewn shut, his mouth twisted into a smile made of fishing wire.

Linda collapsed. Jass stopped taking.

The camp was shut down.

Helicopters, evacuation, police sirens.

But it was already too late.

The buses that were taking the first group home was found drowning in a lake.

No one survived.

All the helicopters that arrived exploded for no reasons, killing everyone on board.

The campers were disappearing one after the other, after three days passed, only few of us were left.

Jass was losing his mind, i tried my best to calm him , the three of us decided to sleep together for the night.

Everyone was sound asleep except me, i couldn't sleep, i couldn't lay still on the bed so i got up and went to the window for fresh air.

I wondered what went wrong, everything was going well....there has never been any report of an incident in the camp.

The camp has existed for about 30 years now, so why now?

For the past weeks i was doing my best to hide my fears, but as days went by, i couldn't hide it, i was scared.

Macus, Drake and 14 others were death, the killer is targeting only the campers, why?

Why isn't it attacking the rangers?

Now, only the few of us remained, 14 of us.

They say the police and our parents will be arriving soon, i hope they come quickly i don't want to die, not this way.....

As my mind raised, i heard a sound in the bushes, i froze heart pounding thinking it was the killer.

As i was about to back away and inform the rangers, i saw her coming out of the bushes, wearing the same outfit and mask.

Seeing it was her, i felt relief but also worried.

" what are you doing outside?" I asked.

She didn't respond.

" its dangerous " i said.

She didn't say anything but after a while, she gave me a single nod and walked back to the other cabin.

???

It was the first time she ever gave me a response.

" heh, she sure is a weirdo "

I went back to bed.

Early in the morning, around 6am, we were woken by the screams outside.

A cabin was on fire.

When we reached the spot, my heart sank.

It was the same cabin she entered last night.

No..... the fire was so large that the rescuers couldn't get in, there were no fire fighters in the area.

People were running around with buckets trying to put out the fire, we also joined them.

After about an hour, we were able to put out the fire but.....no one survived.

The bucket dropped from my hands, my knees weakened.

She...she didn't make it.

The rangers couldn't find the source of flames, they couldn't find the cause.

Another incident was left unsolved, now out of the 14 campers, only 7 of us were left.

I stood there , my mind was in a mess, i felt suffocated, we were the only once remaining, we are the next target.

I will die. I don't want to die.....

Tears began to well in my eyes, oh god, please help me.

That afternoon, i sat outside the camp chapel, lost in thought, the smoke still thick in the sky.

She was dead now, the quiet girl in the mask, who everyone ignored.

Bullied.

My heart ached, she didn't deserve such a painful death.

But.....maybe the fire had given her peace.

I climbed the stairs to my cabin, i was so tired, so done with all of things.

When i reached the landing, i paused.

There, standing in front of my cabin door-

It was her.....she's alive.

Still wearing the same old hoodie and mask.

I blinked, my heart lifted, relief washed over me.

" you're alive" i whispered.

She didn't speak.

I smiled, the first real smile in days, but that smile died the moment she lifted her head.

Something was wrong .

Her eyes..... they were too black, glossy, too deep.

It didn't feel human.

I stepped back.

" hey....are you alright?" I asked.

She didn't speak, she just stare at me.

I felt chills, i scent a faint smell of oil coming from her, and looking at her closely, i saw blood stains on her hands and her mask they were not hers but someone else's.

The realization hit me like a rock, but i still didn't want to believe.

" why..?" That was the only word i could mustered.

After a long silence, i heard her voice for the first time.

" they laughed " she said.

"...you did that to my friends and the others ?" I asked in a shaking voice.

" they laughed " she said again, " so i made them stop "

Before i could say anything, she was gone.

****

That evening, Jass and the others were found dead.

When we arrived, we were greeted with a choking smell.

Burned bodies.

Jass's body was suspended above the campfire, his limbs twisted like branches, his stomach was spilt open and his organs were arranged into a smiling face on the dirt.

The others were burning in the fire.

Linda tried to leave with the rest, i told her not to but she was mentally unstable.

I found her phone by the lake, still recording a loop of something dragging chains through the woods, followed by her screams.

Now is me.

Only me. I don't know why.

The rangers took me to their station, my parents would be arriving in three days.

I stayed in the room, sat by the corner with a knife in hand and a flashlight in the other.

I waited.

I kept asking myself, why....why is she doing this?

What is she?

Why am i still alive?

What does she want?

On the last day, she came to me.

She walked into my room like it was hers.

I was sure i locked it, so how?

She stood in front of me, looking down at me.

I gaze up at her, even thought i had a knife, i had a feeling that it was useless.

" why ?" I asked again.

She didn't say anything.

She titled her head, slowly she reached up and peeled off her mask.

I wish i hadn't seen what was underneath.

Her face...it was barely a face, half of the skin had melted and fused, it was red and gruesome.

Her lips were a twisted scar, her teeth looked fused together like melted plastic.

I found it hard to breath.

" i died here" she whispered, " they locked me in the toolsets, lit it on fire and called it a prank"

" i screamed ", she said, " no one came"

" i- i didn't know I'm sorry.. i-"

"I know" she said.

" they called me a monster, so i became one"

She stepped forward and pressed the book that she was holding during our first encounter into my hands.

' A Friend '

" you were the only one"

Then she turned around.....and vanished.

I'm the only one who survived Camp Hollow.

They didn't believe anything i said.

The police found the rest of the campers, what was left of them.

They believe it was the work of a cult.

Am the only one who knew the truth.

That was years ago.

They closed the camp for good after the same incident ocurred.

But this time, no one survived.

My family decided to move me out of the country for the sake of my mental health.

But i still see her in my dreams.

The book she gave me, i can't get rid of it.

I don't know where she is now.

But i would advice you,

If you hear someone sodding near the toolsets,

If you see a girl in a hoodie with an old medical mask....

Don't run.

Don't laugh.

Help her.

Because if you don't.....

She will come when the sky is dark, and she will smile with what is left of her face.

You won't survive like i did.

[ kai returns]

" hahaha, Eithen lived because he was kind"

" just one act unnoticed by others was enough to top the scale"

" hmm, looks like its not just about strength and luck"

" its about who you are when no one watching "

" so let me ask you this"

" if you were at Camp Hollow,

would you had survived?"

WARNING:**** SUICIDAL ATTEMPT ****

Hello everyone, my name is james and this is my story.

For a long time, i didn't believe i was meant to exist.

I didn't say it because i wanted pity, i say it because i felt it.

It felt like the world never wanted me.

I was an unfortunate boy whose father has left this world before his birth .

A boy who learned at a very early age how unfair life was.

Who life refused to let him shine and climb high, who wasn't worth looking at.

I learned to survive by not existing, at school, i made myself invisible, at home am like a ghost, my mother never had time for me.

The only one that always accompany me was the one inside my head, a low voice that always told me ' this is not your place '

They say things get better with time.

But it didn't.

Not for me.

Then...one night, i decided to end it all.

No more trying.

No more pretending.

So, i left home, my phone was buzzing on my bed, but i didn't care, i don't care who it was.

Am just.....done with everything.

I walked out into the night with no intention of coming back.

It was raining heavily, the sky cracked open with lightning, for some reason i found it beautiful.

I smiled, my feet dragged me through the road without direction.

Well, is not like i care either way.

But somehow, i ended up at an old house.

I haven't seen it in years, it looked exactly the same.

Rusted iron door, shattered windows and crumbled walls.

It was forgotten by everyone, just like me.

The door suddenly opened as if it was expecting me.

Well, can't refuse a friendly invitation.

Inside, the air was thick and damp, the wooden floor beneath my feet was cold.

I walked pass the rooms of the empty hallway until i arrived at the backyard of the house.

I glanced around, i saw dead flowers, dead trees.

I moved my eyes to the centre, i saw a pool.

It was full, not just with water, it looked like there was oil, a strange black oil.

A heavy wind blew pass me, but i didn't feel cold.

Lightning hit the death tree behind me, i didn't even bade an eye.

I continued to stare at the pool, for a moment, i thought i saw something move inside, then i saw it.

It was me but also not me.

His lips were crack and bleeding, his eyes were sunken as if he had already drowned.

He smiled at me and opened his arms, inviting me to a hug.

I don't know why i listened, maybe it was because i was too tired to question anything.

So i walked to the edge, i didn't jump, i just smiled, closed my eyes , leaned forward and.....fell.

The water wrapped around me, cold like a dead skin.

The pool was deeper than i thought, i didn't hit the bottom yet, i was just ....sinking.

I didn't mind thought.

I tried to move my arms but it felt like they were tied to weights, the darkness grew thick like ink , swallowing everything that i could no more see the lightning above.

But it still feels welcoming.

Its warm, it wraps around my body like a lover's touch.

No cold, no numbing, it was an embrace that i always wanted.

I sank deeper, the pressure started to burn in my lungs but it doesn't hurt yet.

I kept going down, twenty, forty feet, i lost count.

I let myself sink because i have nothing left, no one needed me anyway.

And then i saw them.

Eyes. Lots of them , glowing red in the darkness, dropping like blood.

I saw faces, bloated, decaying with different emotion.

Some where smiling, crying and others were filled with regrets and anger.

I saw a body of a man with no eyes and jaw, a woman with robe tightened around her neck, her face was pale and her eyes whiten.

I glanced at the other side and saw a body of a young teenage girl with blood oozing out of her eyes.

There were so many bodies that i started to feel uncomfortable.

What are they?

They surrounded me, lots of them,

Suddenly, they all looked at me.

I froze.

Then they all said at the same time,

" you're finally here"

It was my voice, my own voice came from them.

Fear finally creaps in, i finally realize something was wrong.

I screamed, but only bubbles escaped instead of sound.

I tried to swim up but long pale slippery hands reached me from below, they wrapped around my ankle and drag me deeper.

I fought, kicked, but more hands joined in, pulling me down ,deeper and deeper.

My lungs began to burn, i couldn't breathe.

" please rest now" i heard the voice.

And then- everything snapped.

I jolted up, gasping.

I was greeted by the bright morning sun.

I was confused, am in the backyard again.

I looked at the pool, there was no water nor the black liquid, it was dry, very dry like water has never been there for years....but wasn't it rainy last night?

The grass am lying on was also dry, i sat up, my heart pounding, i checked myself, my clothes were dry, i still have my shoes on.

I glanced around the backyard, the tree that was hit by lightning was still there with no signs of burns, there were no corpses, no sound, just me in an empty backyard.

Then, it was all a dream?

I lay back on the grass and laughed at myself.

Pathetic. I couldn't even do it, what's wrong with me?.

Why did i hesitated ?

Why- ? i heard something.

A voice no, voices.

Not the voices from before but real ones and they sounded... familiar.

I follwed it, walking back to the corridor until i reached the living room.

And there, i saw them.

My mother, crying, clutching my favourite jacket.

I froze.

She looked so weak and frail, her eyes were swollen from crying, her voice cracked as she spoke into the phone.

" he is not answering, please, help me find him, i...i can't lose him too...." she burst into tears.

I stopped breathing.

Sitting next to her was Alan, my best friend since childhood, he left the country six years ago and we never talk since then.

His face was pale, eyes red, he kept muttering, " james where are you? Where are you?" I could hear the fear in his voice.

The police officers stood at the door, there faces grim.

Then, a realization hit me.

I.... am dead?

What's going on? I was confused, i began to panic, my breathing became heavy.

I looked at them again, i could feel the grief in the room, i could see how broken my mother and Alan were.

They were.....worried about me ?

Tears began to fall on my face, i made them live through a loss they didn't deserve.

No.... No! No!!

I rushed towards them, i want to held my mother's hand and hug her, i want to smack Alan on the head and scold him for leaving without telling me .

" mom..... Alan, am here"

As i got closer, the room began to fade, their voices distorted, echoing.

My vision blurred, i tried to reach out for my mom but my fingers passed through her face.

Then they disappeared.

I was now standing in a white space with no exist.

....

I stood there, i don't know how much time has passed, i don't even care, i was dead anyway, i was not going to see them again.

Never.

I cried.

" sorry...am so sorry.....mother.... i.."

I couldn't continue, i fell to my knees, what can i say? I have nothing to say, it was too late.

What kind of person was i ?

As i continued to cry and apologise, i felt something behind me.

I turned around, there i saw the black pool, standing still, waiting.

What?

Then i heard a creaking sound and i turned towards it, i saw a door, my mother and Alan were waiting, smiling.

I looked back at the pool, then at them.

I see...

I smiled.

And i chose.

********

I woke up in my bed, my real bed.

It was still raining outside, tapping gently on the window.

My pillow was wet with tears, my chest ached from crying.

My body felt sour and weak.

But here i am. Alive.

I glanced at my phone, i remember it buzzing, i opened it .

When i saw the message , tears welled in my eyes.

" hey man... it's Alan, i don't know if this number still works, i tried calling but no one picked up.

I just landed back to the country.

I know i kind of disappeared, i know i should've called, am very sorry.

Things got chaotic and i have to leave in a hurry. I know, that's not an excuse.

There is so much i wish to say, you know, you were the first friend I've ever had.

Our friendship meant so much to me, it helped me through so much for the past six years.

You were always there for me and i hate that i wasn't there when you needed me.

I don't know what's going on in your life right now, but if you still have space for an old friend, i would really love to see you.

If your up for it, let's talk over drinks? Just hanging out- no pressure okay?

Just.... figured maybe this is the right time?

I really want us to catch up, hope you are doing well.

Tell your mom i said hi.

And please, text me when you see this, okay?."

I curled myself and sobbed.

Now i understand, i finally saw what i haven't before, that someone would notice i was gone, that someone would break down if i disappear.

With trembling hands, i dial the number.

" click, hello?"

" Alan..... is me..."

********

I left my room and went downstairs, i saw my mom going around the kitchen.

When she heard footsteps, she looks up and smiled when she saw me.

" oh your up, come, sit down "

I walked to the kitchen and took my seat and watched as she placed my food,

" eat up while is still warm" she said with a smile that could melt winter.

I didn't move, the plate sat in front of me , steaming slightly, my stomach turned not from hunger but from grief.

I looked at her, this is not a dream, she seemed like the mother i remember before i fell apart.

" is everything alright?" She asked, seeing that am not eating.

"I....." i couldn't say anything, the tears began to well in my eyes, i tried not to let them fall, but i couldn't.

" am sorry " i said, " I'm.....so sorry"

My mother was surprised, but i continued,

" i thought you didn't want me, i hated myself so much because of that, i tried to end , i didn't think anyone would notice "

I broke down, my knees hit the wooden floor, i wrapped my arms her waist and buried my face in her apron.

I cried.

I was pathetic, i was stupid.

She held me tight.

For a long time, neither of us spoke a word.

Her hand gently stroke the back of my head as i wept, " no....am the one who should be sorry" she whispered.

" i was too busy to take care of you, i thought if i work hard, i could give you a better life, i didn't know i was hurting you, am so sorry, i never wanted you to feel lost "she too began to cry.

She hugged me and i held her tightly, refusing to let her go.

This is not the end.

If a voice ever said you are not meant to be, don't listen.

That voice is a liar.

It acts like you but its never you.

You're never alone, whenever there's darkness there is always light.

And i found mine.

Remember, death does not stop pain, it just pass it to those who always care about you.

[ kai returns]

" James found his reason..."

" That's not always how these stories end is it?"

" some of you reading this- maybe you're still searching "

" you've been thinking 'could there be something worth staying for?'

" i don't know your answer "

" but i do know this, does who stay always find something "

" you are still here "

" that means you still have time to write your own happy ending".