Digital Detox Survival Challenge

“The last thing I remembered was the cold, not from the biting wind in the remote forest, but the icy grip of utter betrayal. My own family, my sister Ashley, my parents, stood by a luxury RV, watching me. Ashley screamed for the camera, a performance of feigned terror, then shoved me hard, sending me stumbling towards the grim-faced survivalists waiting in the shadows. I later learned, in the brief, hellish time before I died, that the video of my "accident" went viral. Ashley' s follower count exploded, millions celebrating my demise, fueled by my family's lies about my supposed tech addiction and instability. They raked in donations and sponsorship deals, building a life of grotesque luxury upon my very corpse. Then, there was only crushing darkness. Until now. My eyes snapped open to the familiar white ceiling of my bedroom. My heart hammered, a trapped bird, but there were no wounds, no lingering chill of death. Frantically, I grabbed my phone, and the date glowed back, October 12th-the very day they coerced me into the "digital detox survival challenge." I was back. A hysterical laugh bubbled from my throat, a wild, unhinged sound. "You' re finally awake, Ashley has the most wonderful idea," my mother, Brenda, cooed, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. Ashley appeared, phone already rolling, a predatory smile on her face. "Sissy! We need a family trip, a real bonding experience!" They stood there, these soulless monsters who profited from my murder, smiling. Last time, I fought, I pleaded, I was worn down by their emotional blackmail, used for my skills, then discarded. But this time would be different. A slow, chilling smile spread across my face, one that didn't reach my eyes. "That sounds like a fantastic idea," I said, my voice smooth as glass. I would play my part, be the compliant daughter, the sister who had finally seen the light. And then, deep in the wilderness, far from any help, I would make them pay. I would give them the authentic survival content they craved, just not in the way they expected. The hunt was on.”