AN: This is a Willow-based fic and takes place after "Grave" I won't focus much on Spike and the others... Seen from Willow's POV.
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Pain

Have you ever thought of why we live in this world? If we're all gonna die... would we just end up in Hell? I don't care if the world ends, you get nothing good out of it.

I opened my eyes feeling dazed and so weak, I couldn't even move a muscle or else it would hurt. My vision wasn't clear. I saw blurs of light and a figure stand right beside me.

"Will?" Xander extended his hand so he could hold on to mine. "Please answer me."

"--Xander?" I smiled back at him.

"Oh thank god! A-are you okay?" He looked at me in relief.

" Not really.." I tried lifting my head up. "Oww..oww..where's everyone else?"

"Buffy's out patroling with Dawn, Anya's with Giles in the Magic Box." He explained.

"Are they okay?" I asked, worriedly.

"They're fine, no one's dead."

"Oh good. I didn't mean to---I'm really sorry." I apologized.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Xander yelled.

The door started to open really slowly finally revealing the person behind the door.

My vision suddenly became really clear and it felt really awkward.

"Oz?!"