"So Cold"
Summary: Sally's thoughts in what may be her last moments of existence.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
I am alone. I suppose it's time for me to face the fact that I will always be alone…Well, I guess that makes sense because I'm dead.
There I said it. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'M DEAD.
What's really the kicker about all of this was that I'm more alive now than I ever was when I was actually alive…well, you know what I mean. Danny had suffocated me while we were together; I'd let that lowlife, less-than-a-man idiot control my every move. When I was alive, my life wasn't my own. I belonged to Danny…
And then I was free. Death had freed me and now a freaking reaper was after me! How the hell did that happen? I was happy! I had friends—past tense—and a home!
My friends…
Poor awkward Josh. It was a miracle he'd found Nora in the first place…but that was before he'd gone and screwed it all up. It had been an accident, of course, but Josh had pulled the 'I'm-a-freak-now-I'm-gonna-make-you-one-too' card…Now things were awkward to say the least.
Aidan… Aidan has changed so much since I'd first met him, (he was going cold turkey and looking worse for wear to say the least) and now here he was, eating out of the palm of Princess Vampire's hand—er throat…Whatever.
While I'd been trying to put words to the empty feeling inside of me, they'd just rushed on past, concerned with their own lives. Well at least they had lives! I would always be stuck this way if the Reaper decided to have a miraculous change of heart (he probably didn't have one).
Sitting here on the stairs, I can't feel anything. I'm numb.
I wonder what comes after…I know that the Reaper said—"You're special." Special? Well, I don't want to be special! You can take your 'special' and shove it up your a—
"Sally?" I hear Aidan's door shut before he comes stomping down the stairs. He sees me sitting on the first landing and stops, "Look," He begins, "I'm sorry I didn't come back earlier." I can tell that he means it, "There was this thing—"
I smile sadly, looking up to meet his eyes as he takes a seat on the steps in front of me, "It's okay. I get it. You have a life."
We both laugh at my sorry attempt at a joke.
"Really, though, I'm sorry." Aidan says seriously, reaching out to let his hand hover over where mine is resting on my knee.
I nod, unable to form words as a sudden chill rushes through me, to my very (hypothetical) bones. I look up to see the Reaper waiting for me at the top of the stairs. He's dressed in the same ominous dark clothes with the same creepy look on his face. Great.
"What is it?" Aidan asks, glancing over his shoulder, trying to get a glimpse at what I'm staring at like an idiot.
Breaking eye contact with the Reaper, I turn back to my friend, deciding in that moment that it wasn't worth it to worry him over something that was inevitable…"It's nothing."
R&R please.
