Prologue: Angel wings
Song: What I've Done by Linkin Park
In this farewell
There's no blood
There's no alibi
'Cause I've drawn regret
From the truth
Of a thousand lies
So let mercy come
And wash away
What I've done
I'll face myself
To cross out what i've become
Erase myself
And let go of what i've done
Put to rest
What you thought of me
While I clean this slate
With the hands of uncertainty
Even if I had known it would be this way, I wouldn't have changed it. Not if it meant protecting them. Even as I slipped into blackness, I had no regrets. It felt heavy, like I couldn't move, like I couldn't breathe. I screamed in pain, yet I didn't know why. Why was I in this basement? Why was I screaming? Who was this man standing over me? Who was I? Who was the face I kept seeing in my mind's eye? Reid. If I knew nothing, if I lost everything, I would still know that face. I would know the voice, the smell, the taste, those eyes. I would never forget him. The blackness didn't seem so heavy, I could feel my body moving. I was numb, I could feel nothing. The blackness was so life-like. It was real, tangible, like the angel wings I rode. The blackness was so welcoming, it was whispering to me. It carried me through on the backs of angels towards a better place. A face emerged in the blackness, a ghostly figure. He beckoned and for the fist time in eternity I felt peace. Faintly I could hear yelling.
"Stay with me. Don't you leave. We need you. Come on. Come on."
The voice sounded so sad. Why were people upset? What was wrong? the angel-figure was my friend. There were white translucent children in the black. They were laughing, signing while they danced. I called out in merriment, I wanted to join. It looked like such fun. The ghostly figure stopped me, guiding me up to where the blackness grew lighter, where green forest punctured white expanses. Live, live. The forest whispered to me. I was vaguely aware my body was moving. Who was moving me? The blackness started to grow thinner. I could make out shapes, colours. I saw chocolate, strength. Morgan. A flash of black hair and cream skin, calm. Emily. White, pale, pure. JJ. Dark smudged figures hovered on the edges of my consciousness. Nothing else registered in my head. Blinding white light. It burned, I couldn't see even if I wanted to. How long had I been down there? How long had reality been hell and the normality of my world tipped upside down? Flashing blue and red lights brought a strange sense of comfort. Where was I? I didn't know. I didn't care. I was holding onto the face I could see in my eyes. He was burned into my retinas. Even as the blackness gained control and I felt myself slipping again. Reid. The electricity pumped through my body, making me feel synthetically alive. The blackness faded, the walls all around me looked so white. Dark figured were touching me almost as if they had to hold me together, talking in loud voices that perveded my comfortable silence. A large brown body leaned over me, touching my cheek. I could feel my body. The wall of pain hit me like a truck and every part of me ached, burned. How was it possible to feel this much pain? I left my conciousness again, not the blackness that was death or the white that was life but a vicious red light that cut me out of the pain. I was so tired of fighting, I sunk into blissfull unawareness without a second thought.
A/N
Very short epilogue to start of an awesome story
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