If someone asked Darky about her thoughts of what her week would turn out to be at the beginning, she would've said that she was hoping for a good week. She would've hanged out with her friends and just do what she normally did. That was a good week for her.
She would never have expected this.
She didn't even know where she was. It was extremely dark, the room only illuminated by a couple dying spotlights.
The lighting reminded her of the time of dusk. Normally, she would have liked it.
But… all of that beautiful lighting… Was aimed at one thing in particular, in the middle of the room.
There was… so much blood… If she could smell, she knew her senses would be overwhelmed by it. She might've even felt nauseous.
There was no way in hell he was surviving. She felt tears slide down her face.
"What… the hell…?" she heard herself say.
"Heh… Well, I fucked up badly… Sorreh, Darkeh…" came the now-raspy voice of G.
She felt her own shadows licking her arms, begging to be released at the place where she knew G would breathe his last. The tears wouldn't stop flowing.
The one person she'd consider her best friend was dying in front of her.
"What… happened to you…?" Darky asked, her voice small and broken.
"Like I said… I fucked up…" G wheezed before coughing up blood. It almost seemed like he choked on some of it…
"How do you fuck up this badly?!" Darky shrieked, her voice loud and high-pitched. G just grinned as he went limp, breathing his last. Darky's eyes widened.
"G-G?" she found herself asking, stepping forward. She could barely see, her tears clouding her vision.
"Please no…" she said, "Please no… nononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononono." she fell to her knees, sobbing into her hands. She couldn't even look at his corpse.
G was dead. She couldn't save him. She was too late. She was too weak. She should've been the one in that chair, limp and dead. Not G.
It wasn't even a matter of her elder sister instincts, or her own personal traits. She wasn't…
Even…
No…
Everything went black.
Darky shot up, the blankets going everywhere.
Where was she? Was that just a dream?
That was too real…
If it was a dream, she was thankful for the soundproof walls. She couldn't even fathom how much she had screamed in the night.
Her eyes suddenly widened as a stabbing pain went through her head.
What… was that?
WhatwasthatwhatwasthatwhatwasthatWHATWASTHAT?!
She doesn't know-
It's a pity-
WHAT WAS THAT?!
I SAW HIM DIE.
IS HE DEAD?
WHATWASTHAT?!
"Sorry, Darkeh."
Inspired by New Era of G's story Dawn of a New Era. Go read it it's awesome!
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