Forgiveness
Summary- The thoughts and actions of a dying girl.
WARNING! Contains non-descriptive gore.
Rayne's P.O.V
There he is again. The boy with the sadness in his face, with the guilt of knowing that you hurt someone in his eyes, as if he did this to me. My inability to speak, to move, to breathe by myself all cause by one sad looking boy? Impossible, it's not like he made the ice underneath the tires. Not like he made us roll into the ditch and-
I shudder as I think of that night…
/FLASHBACK/
"Oh! Dashing through the snow!" My sister Diana sang with glee.
"In a one a one horse open sleigh!" my eldest sister Amanda sang, going higher to match Diana's pitch.
"Over the hills we go!" I sang in the highest pitch I could manage while leaning into the front seat.
"Laughing all the way! Ha, ha-"We all sang off-key together.
Suddenly the car swerved. I was flying, smashing into the roof of the car. Then I was rolling, rolling and smashing into the sides of the car. I was screaming until I smashed my throat into the side of a seat. It felt like I was breaking every bone in my body. Then I hit the seat again and stopped. My sisters got out of the car and rushed to pry open my door. Diana screamed as she saw my broken, twisted body. As everything was fading to black I heard an ambulance.
/FLASHBACK OVER/
I can barely believe that was three days ago. My right arm, three ribs and both legs were broken in the crash. Both lungs were pierced, and my voice box was shattered. I hope to days my last. The pain is never-ending. When I'm moved, when I breathe I hurt. I can't even comfort my sisters, my nephews. I can't tell the only people I have left in this world that I love them, that it's not their fault, that-
I'm rambling, aren't I?
There must be away to show him it's not his fault. That things happen, and nothing can change it or prevent it. Maybe if I…
Jacks P.O.V
What is that poor girl doing? Doesn't she know that I, unintentionally, caused this? Can she… She can see me! Oh god, the first person to see me in- Wait, what is she mouthing? 'It's…
Rayne's P.O.V
'It's not your fault kid' I mouth. He shakes his head in a guilty manner. I hear my monitor speed up. I mouth it again, keeping pace with my increasing heart rate until I fade into black. Warm welcoming black…
Omniscient View
As young Rayne's monitor flat-lined, as the doctors try to bring her back, as her loved ones mourn, Jack sheds a single tear. He will always remember the girl with the brown hair and warm brown eyes full of forgiveness. The girl who in her last moments comforted him with the knowledge that it's not his fault that she died. His first believer…
As he soars away, the lone tear falls to the snowy ground in the shape of a rose.
A.N- Hai there. O3o