Disclaimer: I only own my character and nothing else.
Warning: Spoilers for those who haven't read the last book if you are one of them, you have been warned. Depressing and self-destructive character traits.
Author's note: This is just a short story I made about Susan's death after the train crash.
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Weak.
Chapter 1. Not a word.
During this time Susan is in her twenties.
She had heard about it on the radio, but she just wouldn't believe it, or perhaps because she couldn't.
Susan closed her eyes and then made a run for the door. She just wouldn't believe it. Never. She grabbed her coat and stole the carriage; she didn't care if she would be yelled at later. She had to go. And as the horses finally ended the greatest beating of their lives when she had pulled them to a halt, she dismounted them.
She looked around. And she never, for a moment, did she shed a tear, as she saw a large heap of distorted scrap metal that was on fire, which used to be the train. She looked around, surely Ed or Lu was safe. Peter would find a way to protect them. Everything would be fine…or so she had thought
She turned to take a seat; she needed to catch her breath. But as she turned she froze and simply stared as the police zipped up the remains of her mother in a bag. Susan cupped her hands over her mouth and stared. Not a word was uttered. It was understood.
It had been done.
A few minutes later, Susan sat on a bench. People stared as she sat, and she just sat. She had already seen her mother's dead body, and that was all she needed to see, to lose all hope.
She walked to a nearby guard whom appeared to be trying to subdue the howls of those who had just lost their families, or their lives.
"Excuse me sir." Susan said.
"Yes mam?"
"Are there any survivors?" she said quietly.
The guard hesitated a bit. "Why? Is there anyone you know who had been on borad that train?"
"Are there any survivors? Children? Adults? Alive?" she said.
The guard looked down and realized he had no choice but to adhere to the young lady's request.
"No. I'm sorry." He said, and he turned away.
Susan smiled, then bid him goodbye.
She walked back to the carriage, slower than usual. And when she arrived home, she was not greeted by the sweet sound of her mother's voice. Nor did she feel the hominess off her house. She just felt…empty. And not expecting to see anyone, she began to walk up into her room. Only to see that there was already someone there.
It was professor Kirk.
"Professor?" Susan said, walking towards her bed, where he was seated.
"Hello my dear, come, have a seat." he gestured towards a nearby chair.
Susan sat down.
"Would you like some tea sir? Or perhaps a crumpet or two?" She said, all smiles.
"Susan, my dear, why do you do this?" he said sadly.
"Why, do what sir?" she looked puzzled.
"Pretend. That everything's alright, when it's not. I know than you are an orphan now, and that you are now an only child, but why do you believe that it's all right when indeed my dear it isn't.
Susan stood up.
"For the same reason that I don't believe in centaurs or dryads! Because I am a grown up and I am real! Unlike all the rubbish of Narnia and such chatter!" she yelled.
"Young lady!" The professor spoke loudly; he was obviously angered by all that she had just said. Then he stood up.
"You are not the only one at a loss! I loved all of you, as if my own! How dare you say that you are real, when all you believe in is makeup and men! You say that Narnia is mere chatter and such, but you yourself talk of nothing but hair and nail polish!"
The professor exhaled deeply, then saw the shocked expression on Susan's face, and began to walkout the door, but he stopped and turned around. And to Susan's surprise, she saw tears in his eyes, tears she had only seen once before, when he had been remembering Narnia with them.
"My dear Susan, whatever happened to that beautiful little girl? The queen? The gentle? Where has she gone? Because I miss her so." The professor said sadly.
"She grew up, into a young lady. I'm no longer a little girl anymore, and I am happy living my life without my memories of the past." She said stiffly.
The professor wiped a tear and turned away.
"Then what you have, is no life at all. I pity you Susan."
And the professor walked out the door, and left, for good.
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The story isnt over yet! This is not how I think the story really ended in Narnia, but I am just saying this is a possible ending. PLEASE REVIEW.