Wicked Lovely
By: Melissa Marr
"There won't be another girl," Aislinn said.
I know it's me; it just has to be me. I could feel it. As I bent down to pick up the staff, I could hear Keenan whispering behind me," Let it be her. Please let it be her."
Before I knew it, the winter queen's staff was in my hand. For one second, just one second, I believed it was me. I didn't feel anything. Then, it happened. The cold pierced into my skin. I couldn't hear myself screaming, but I knew I was. I dropped to my knees and began to scream Keenan's name.
"Make it stop Keenan, make it stop!"
I turned to him, but he wouldn't face me. He stood there not moving, a look of complete shock and pain on his face. I turned back to the ground and kept screaming, hoping someone would have mercy and make the cold stop. It spread throughout my whole body until I began to shake madly. I looked up again to see that everyone had left. Then it went dark.