Hey there. Here's my first English Night at the Museum - fanfic. It's only one chapter, but I hope you will like it. :)
The Last Goodbye
He always was the only one who ever really understood me. He was my friend and he will always be … And nothing could ever make me forget, why I have lost the most important person in my life.
We've been friends for many years. It began in 2006. We finally became friends. A few months later I couldn't even imagine a life without him. He became more than a normal friend for me. Rather a kind of soul mate. He was actually my best friend … My very best friend … The best friend I ever had …
Until that day, that everything changed.
Octavius was riding with me in our "little" car. Rexy followed us, 'cause we have had the bone. There was nothing special about it … but the moment, when I looked to the side of the car. It was only for a second or two. I didn't see the reception desk in front of us and didn't turn the wheel around until Octavius was screaming out- by then it was already too late. I lost control of the car and crashed.
I couldn't realize what was happening, because it happened so fast. The room went completely fuzzy and I felt like in a roller coaster. Then we hit hard at the wall and I lost consciousness.
I woke up, whether it was a few seconds or minutes after the crash, I didn't know nor care. I slowly opened my eyes and, at first, didn't recognize my surroundings. But then, when I saw the disaster around me, I completely remembered the situation and looked beside me. "Octavius!" I screamed out loud. He didn't answer. "OCTAVIUS!" I unshackled myself and went out of the car. After that I ran around it to Octavius' door and dragged him outside the vehicle.
"Octavius!" My scream wasn't more than a whisper and I couldn't control my feelings no longer, when I tried to feel his heartbeat … But there was none. "NO! OCTAVIUS, NO!" I immediately started a revival, but without success. I tried it again … still no difference. In between I called Larry's name again and again. I hoped he would hear my faint voice, but he didn't. It wasn't like he could do anything. He, a giant in comparison, could not help small men like us … not in a situation such as this.
After about ten minutes I gave up the fight for his life and began to cry unrestrained. I leaned my head to the Roman's lifeless chest. I held his body in my feeble arms and hugged him. I couldn't think, I could not move. I couldn't do anything but cry.
"No", I breathed with shaky voice, "no. You can't be dead. You hear me? You – are – not – dead!" I sobbed. "That's impossible. You will wake up again. I know it. Please …" I could not even speak any more. I was just speechless.
I stayed the rest of the night with my dead buddy and slowly realized that he would never come back. I stayed crying … until I fell asleep.
The sun was rising. I stood there in front of the museum. I watched the sky for hours and only waited for this moment. I stood there with tears in my eyes. I could not take it anymore. Now, as I saw my entire life go by, I suddenly had to smile. I had to think of all the wonderful moments at the museum … especially those with Octavius. Larry didn't know where I was, but I was quite sure, that one day he would find out what I did. The something I was going to do now.
I finally took a long breath and looked back for the very last time. When I turned around, I saw a beautiful light. The present-day sunrise was wonderful …