I do not in any way shape or form own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of its associated characters, backgrounds, or titles. That stuff belongs to the God of awesomeness, Joss Whedon. And also Mutant Enemy Productions. Grr Arrg. The story itself is mine, though. So is the cover image.
I Died Too
by Muffyn1
"Hey, I've died twice!"
Buffy thinks she's so cool 'cause she's died. She thinks she's experienced more than all of us. She thinks she's special.
Well, okay, she's the chosen one, a superhero with super powers with a destiny and everything, so I guess that's pretty special, but still, aren't we special, too?
I mean, lots of people have died before! Every single vampire ever, for example. Are THEY special? Nah, they just get a special place in Hell. Um, y'know, 'cause Buffy kills them.
Okay, dying doesn't make you righteous or self-sacrificey or anything. It makes you not so good at your career where a main part of the job description is "don't die". Buffy thinks it makes her special! 'Cept everyone dies. It doesn't matter how many times you do it.
So, why does Buffy's egocentric nature that has existed the entire time I've known her suddenly make me feel so, y'know, "rawr"?
Because I died too!
It's like, nobody remembers! Or cares! Or ever talks about it! But I died too! High school, junior year. I'm not talking about some kind of metaphorical death. I mean, I actually, physically died. My heart actually physically stopped. And it wasn't just a few seconds! It was a few hours!
It felt like dying, too. I suddenly couldn't breathe. I was all panicky 'cause I was gonna die. And then I did die. I could feel everything stop working, and then I could feel nothing. Doesn't that count?
It was Halloween, and I was scared, but I wasn't special.