If you don't like reading sad, angsty stories, don't read this. The first chapter is really sad. It gets better, but this was a little hard to write. The first two chapters will be based on the 3 Pevensies, the next few based on Susan. Enjoy!
The Train Crash
The train raced on the tracks, getting closer and closer to the train station. Edmund was sitting beside me, Peter in front. We had gone on a trip out to the countryside with our parents, though Susan had stayed home.
It had been a fun trip, but all of us missed Susan. The old Susan anyway. This new Susan only loved make-up, boys, and invitations. We had begged her to come, but she had refused. It had upset my parents, but they didn't push her into going. Sighing, I looked out the window, watching the scenery rush past us.
Peter was reading a book, Edmund just sitting there. Our parents were talking near the front of the train car. I was a little sad to be going home, partly because I'd have to see Susan again. The house wasn't as cheerful when she was there, as awful as it was to say. She was just no fun to be around anymore. Not since she'd become like this. I felt like I had lost her. We were so close when we were younger, but ever since we had left Narnia for the second time, she began to pull away, grow more distant. I hardly knew her anymore. We used to tell each other everything, to laugh and cry together. But all that had changed.
I had lost a close school friend a couple of months ago, and when I tried to talk to Susan about it, she had acted like she couldn't care less. She said she was too busy getting ready for some dumb party to listen. The old Susan would have sat down, listened, and put an arm around me. Instead, it had been Peter that had done that.
I could see the city rushing into view. We were close to the train station, and I picked up my bag to be ready to get off. It started with a bump. Then a bigger bump. Then a squeal of the wheels. People started screaming. Peter, Edmund and I were thrown out of our seats. I screamed, and Peter grabbed my arm.
"Hang onto me Lu!"
Edmund grabbed onto me, and we huddled there in front of the seats. The train was getting thrown around, people were screaming and yelling. I didn't know what had happened. Only that something was very wrong. We were underground, nearing the train station. The train was thrown back and forth, back and forth. I hit my head against the seat, and stuff hit me. Peter cried out as something slammed into him, causing him to let go of me. I lost my grip on Edmund as he went flying. Everything was dark. Something slammed into my side, causing a sharp pain. I felt blood begin to soak through my shirt.
This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't. I couldn't be injured and lying on the ground. It all seemed like a bad dream. I was injured, a life threatening injury I was pretty sure. I could die. It hit me as I laid there, gritting my teeth from the pain. This could be my last day.
"Oh Aslan." I breathed. It seemed as if for a moment everything had stopped as the reality of the situation hit me. And then it all came rushing back, the screams, the thuds, the shaking of the train.
"Peter!" I screamed. He let out a groan a few feet away. I crawled my way to him, and grabbed his hand. I couldn't tell what was wrong, but he had been injured badly. "Edmund?" I called out. He let out a gasp of pain. He was nearby, but I couldn't tell where. "Peter, please answer me." I was scared. No, I was terrified. "Peter?"
"I-I'm okay Lu. Every…thing…will be…fine." He gasped, pulling me towards him, finally speaking. I felt something wet, and I huddled against him. His arm was around me. Somehow, Edmund had gotten over to us, and I gripped his hand.
"Hang in there Pete, Lu." His voice was tight with pain.
"We're not going to get through this." I whispered. Suddenly, sharp, stabbing pain in my stomach caused me to cry out. Peter gripped me tighter.
"Lu?"
"I'm…alright." I gasped, my sides heaving. "Mum, Dad?" I called out. There was no answer. "Aslan, please help us." I whispered.
The train was somehow still hurtling through the tunnel, slamming into walls, screeching like crazy. Peter nearly lost his grip on me, but I grabbed his shoulders, pressing myself against him. His arm was like iron around me, making sure I didn't go flying. I grabbed Edmund's hand, and pulled him towards us. Peter let out a small groan. He wasn't one to show pain, so his injury had to be nearly unbearable.
"Peter?" He didn't answer this time. "Peter, please, don't go. I still need you." I whispered.
"Pete?" Edmund said softly. Peter let out another groan. The train finally stopped. It was deathly silent except for the cries of the injured.
"Peter!" I hugged him, desperately wishing I had my cordial. But it was back in Narnia. Something went soaring through the air, and Edmund let out cry. He wasn't one to show pain either, and he was gasping beside me.
"Ed? Ed!"
"Goodbye Lucy." Edmund whispered. Peter somehow found his voice.
"Eddie….don't…go…" Edmund didn't respond. I crawled over to my brother, and pulled his head in my lap. Gently stroking his hair, I held his hand while he slipped away.
"Goodbye Ed." I choked out. He let out one last gasp of pain, then was still. Tears were streaming, and the pain was getting worse. "Oh, Aslan, please, if you can hear me, please, please help us!" I whispered, loud enough for Peter to hear. I made my way back to him, and I could feel the tears slipping down his cheeks.
"We'll see Edmund soon Peter."
"What…do you mean?"
"We're not going to survive this. Maybe Edmund's in Aslan's country right now. Maybe he's waiting for us. Maybe we'll see Aslan soon too."
"There are worse things." He said almost playfully.
"Oh, but what about Susan?"
"I don't know Lucy. Dear Aslan, I don't know. I don't want to lose her, but she's given up her faith."
"It was the only way she could cope."
"I know, I know. It was hard on her, but it was hard on all of us, having to accept living in England." I laid down next to him, and felt his arm wrap around me. "It'll be okay Lu. We may not see Susan again, but we still have each other. And Aslan wouldn't let us die if our time wasn't up."
"I know, but I'm scared. I didn't think I would die this soon."
"Neither did I." We sat like that for several minutes, and I began to wonder if help would ever come. Peter let out a small gasp, his grip on my hand tightening.
"Peter?"
"The…pain….worse…oh….Aslan…so…bad….can't…stand…it…much…longer…" He gasped, his body shaking with the pain. He let out a scream that tore right through my heart. My brother, the strong one, the one I loved so dearly, suffering from so much pain. He started writhing, another scream escaping him. I clutched his hands, his face a mask of pure agony. "Lucy…oh…Aslan….please…help me…" I started crying, unable to bear seeing Peter in so much pain.
"Peter, let go. I'll follow you soon. I would be telling you to hold on if I wasn't, because I need you, but I'm not going to last much longer." I whispered. I knew I wasn't going to survive this. It seemed like one big nightmare. One minute we're on our way back to Finchely, the next, huddled on the ground, crying out in pain with Edmund already gone. He was gone. My brother really was dead. It hit me in that instant, what it really meant. I wouldn't see him again, not in this life anyway. If by some miracle, I pulled through, I'd have to go on without him.
And Peter was about to follow him. Part of me wished I was going first, so I didn't have to face it alone, but Peter only had a few moments left. And I wanted him to let go. He was in excruciating pain, and help wasn't going to come in time, so there was no point in making himself go through even more.
"Good…bye…Lucy…"He gripped my hand, and let out a last gasp before his hand went slack, his body limp. Even though I knew I would die soon too, tears rolled down my cheeks. I laid my head on his chest, and held his hand that was getting colder by the second. Even though he was gone, I could still have the comfort having him close when my time came.
The pain was getting worse. Something had impaled my stomach, most likely hitting an internal organ. My body was growing weaker, but I didn't fight it. Edmund and Peter were both dead; Mum and Dad probably were too. Susan, well, if she still cared, she would manage. She always had. And maybe, just maybe, she'd find faith in Aslan again. Once she read the letter I had left. She would find it, I knew she would. She was the only reason I had left to live, but I didn't want to live. I needed my brothers more than I needed Susan, and they were both gone.
I let out a gasp, gripping Peter's hand as the pain increased even more. A scream escaped me. "Aslan, I can't take this!" I cried.
"Stay strong dear one. Your time is near." A voice floated towards me. Aslan. I let out another scream, but I suddenly had the sensation of someone holding me, holding me tight. Someone there to comfort me in my last few seconds.
"Goodbye Susan." I whispered. I closed my eyes, and let the darkness washed over me.
I know, I know, really sad. But what do you think? Horrible, really good, somewhere in between? Remember to review! I take time to respond to each one, and I include a spoiler!
So, the bad news and the good news. The good news is the next chapter is already written. The bad news is I still have to edit it, and let my beta reader read it. I hope to have it up by Monday, if not before. But the more reviews I get, the faster I just may decide to work!
