AN: I've had so many ideas for this crossover and although I don't think I'm the best writer, I need to put them on paper or something somehow. So I hope that you will give this a chance and give me feedback on what you think. Thank you so much!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything really.
Yesterday I Died, Tomorrow's Bleeding
There's blood everywhere and she's covered in it.
Her once beautiful white dress now stained a haunting shade of red.
Her smeared mascara and pale skin provide a sick contrast.
Her throat is raw from the desperate screams and cries of help that seem to be left unheard.
Her hand hovers over his wound, but nothing happens. No bright light. No power. No healing.
She cries harder and screams louder. Still, nothing happens. He shakily tells her he loves her.
Then he dies and she's left alone.
Heartbroken, blood-soaked and tearstained.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. They were supposed to live happily ever after.
And then he died and she couldn't save him.
How could this have happened? He left her and it was her fault. She should've saved him.
Heavy tears continue to rain down her cheeks as she cradles the dead man in her arms. She lightly presses a kiss to his forehead and prays with all her might that this would be the thing that saves him. That this one small touch would contain all of the power needed to bring him back to life. But, yet again, nothing happens.
Her breathing falters slightly as her sobs, though unstopping, quiet. She's dying, only she's not, at least not literally. She's still alive. And he's dead. Still a part of her dies with him.
A faint whimper falls from her lips and she squeezes her eyes shut.
Chloe's eyes flutter open in what feels like seconds later. Only it hasn't been seconds, not even hours. It's been two whole months since the tragedy that broke her. The nightmare that appears to be her life brings tears to her eyes as she rolls to the side and spots the multiple packed bags placed near the door of her now empty apartment. She's leaving. She can no longer take the pain of the memories that haunt her here. So, as a result, she's moving to an equally small town and to what she's hoping will be a fresh new start. When her Aunt Liz had called to offer her a place to stay in return for "watching over" her slightly younger cousin, Chloe had jumped at the chance. Murderous psychopaths couldn't follow her everywhere, right?
Maybe there she'd be able to put some of the pieces back together. Maybe happiness, or at the very least, contentment, was still achievable. Maybe it wasn't, but it had to be better than the guilt and grieve she was experiencing now. It had to be. This was goodbye.
She allowed herself one last longing look and then she switched off the light and shut the door.
Please let me know what you thought! I will probably post a trailer or something on youtube so also stay tuned for that. Thanks!