As I Lay Dying

A The Following fan-fiction

Drabble One Shot.


Joe Carrol had me right where he wanted me. He didn't have to move a finger, all he had to do was call the shots, as he was doing now.

"Where is she?" comes the demanding question from Roderick. I give no answer.

"I don't know," I answer. I'm lying of course. We both know it.

Another beating. More blood. I knew my death was soon to come.

Same question. More blows. More blood.

I wasn't going to give up that quickly. Even if I did die, I wanted Ryan to find her, and get Joey back, as he has promised, and he will. I was sure of it. I silent promise I make to myself: I would help Ryan save Claire, and get Joey back.

I wasn't going to be the hero. That was Ryan's job.