Emptiness
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy.
I didn't want to think. Feel. Be. I wanted to die. Cease to be. Anything. Anything but here. But I wasn't. I stared at her limp body. My eyes trailed down to my shirt. Her precious life had spilled onto it.
I couldn't take it! I didn't want to feel! It hurt too much. I wanted to disappear. So I did. I didn't feel…anything. I didn't feel anything except rage. And hate. I can't forget hate. I wanted to kill him. Kill Warren. So I did.
What happened next seems more life a dream. Looking back on it now, I can hardly believe it happened. Giles said I was in shock. That I couldn't handle it. He's right. I couldn't handle it. I couldn't handle seeing her die before my eyes. I still can't. That one scene haunts me every night, even more than my crimes do.
I do feel guilty about what I did. I hurt my friends, tried to destroy the world, and killed a man. I feel guilty about killing; I just don't feel guilty about it being Warren. I-
Willow looked up as Giles entered the room. She quickly closed the small notebook she had been writing in. She slowly stood up as she prepared to make her way back to Sunnydale.
A/N: Depending on what you all think and review, I may turn this into a rewrite of the 7th season.