Title: Darkest Before Dawn
Author: Sanguinary
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: Joss owns Dawn and Buffy and rest. I've just borrowed them for a few days.
Author's Notes: I'm on a 'lets kill the characters and see what happens' streak. I'm hoping
that it lasts.
Improv 8: Rain, glow, bound, crave
Feedback: Love it like choclate.
Spoilers: Crossfire and anything back further.
Summary: Dawn makes a descion that will effect everyone.
~~~~~~
Some people believe that suicide is the coward's way out. Some believe that is a choice that
only the brave can make. I don't know if I believe either one.
Yesterday I head them talking. Buffy and Giles and Mom. Talking about me.
I've been listing over the last weeks and I understand what they're talking about. They've
been looking for information on Glory. She wants a key.
She wants me.
It hasn't been hard to figure out. Buffy's become super protective. And sometimes she acts
weird. Like when she did that spell in her room.
Then there are the crazy people. They called me a thing. Told me that I wasn't there. That I
wasn't real.
And mom's brain tumor. From what Buffy said, Glory made a bunch of people go insane. What if
I'm doing the same thing to mom by just being here?
When I met Glory, saw that arrogant face and the way she just spoke to Buffy, like she didn't
matter, I couldn't help but fell a shiver go down my spine.
From what I've heard, Glory needs me to do whatever she needs to do.
But if she doesn't have me....
I've got to protect mom and Buffy, no matter what. Even if they really aren't my family,
they're close enough.
The steak knife shines in the light from the bathroom. I'll do this quick, just a bit of pain
and then I'll feel cold. I just need to cut the veins in my legs. The femora artery or
something like that. Just a swift cut and I'll be gone.
Slowly, I climb into the bathtub. The knife feels heavy in my hand and I'm so afraid. But one
cut and it will be over.
BANG-BANG
"Are you just about done in there?" Buffy's ticked. I didn't expect her back from patrol so
soon. She's probley covered with demon goo and ashes.
"Just a couple of minutes!" I shout back, panic filling me. This was bound to happen. Inside I
knew that this was going to happen.
And I'm so tempted to hide the knife and leave. Run into mom's arms and forget all about this.
But I can't. I can't for Mom's sake and for Buffy's sake.
And as the knife digs into my flesh, I bite my lip to keep myself from screaming.
The blood gushes out, staining my shirt and jeans as it rushes towards the drain. I can feel
tears flowing down my cheeks, streaming down my face like salty rain. But the pain...
The pain is wonderful. Burning and hurting and I know I'm alive. I can see why some people do
drugs. It's like I've craved this all my life and now I've found it. But I haven't had a
lifetime to learn to crave.
My vision blurs and I'm feeling cold. The room is getting fuzzy and it's spinning. Slow at
first and then faster and faster. The light isn't just shining now; it's glowing pure and
white.
"DAWN!" Buffy's screaming. She must have broken down the door. I can feel her hands, closing
around my body and lifting me up.
But I know that she's too late.
It's going dark, and I can't feel my body anymore. I can hear her sobbing softly and I can
hear Mom calling me.
But I can see the light ahead.
And I don't feel like turning back.
~End~
Author: Sanguinary
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: Joss owns Dawn and Buffy and rest. I've just borrowed them for a few days.
Author's Notes: I'm on a 'lets kill the characters and see what happens' streak. I'm hoping
that it lasts.
Improv 8: Rain, glow, bound, crave
Feedback: Love it like choclate.
Spoilers: Crossfire and anything back further.
Summary: Dawn makes a descion that will effect everyone.
~~~~~~
Some people believe that suicide is the coward's way out. Some believe that is a choice that
only the brave can make. I don't know if I believe either one.
Yesterday I head them talking. Buffy and Giles and Mom. Talking about me.
I've been listing over the last weeks and I understand what they're talking about. They've
been looking for information on Glory. She wants a key.
She wants me.
It hasn't been hard to figure out. Buffy's become super protective. And sometimes she acts
weird. Like when she did that spell in her room.
Then there are the crazy people. They called me a thing. Told me that I wasn't there. That I
wasn't real.
And mom's brain tumor. From what Buffy said, Glory made a bunch of people go insane. What if
I'm doing the same thing to mom by just being here?
When I met Glory, saw that arrogant face and the way she just spoke to Buffy, like she didn't
matter, I couldn't help but fell a shiver go down my spine.
From what I've heard, Glory needs me to do whatever she needs to do.
But if she doesn't have me....
I've got to protect mom and Buffy, no matter what. Even if they really aren't my family,
they're close enough.
The steak knife shines in the light from the bathroom. I'll do this quick, just a bit of pain
and then I'll feel cold. I just need to cut the veins in my legs. The femora artery or
something like that. Just a swift cut and I'll be gone.
Slowly, I climb into the bathtub. The knife feels heavy in my hand and I'm so afraid. But one
cut and it will be over.
BANG-BANG
"Are you just about done in there?" Buffy's ticked. I didn't expect her back from patrol so
soon. She's probley covered with demon goo and ashes.
"Just a couple of minutes!" I shout back, panic filling me. This was bound to happen. Inside I
knew that this was going to happen.
And I'm so tempted to hide the knife and leave. Run into mom's arms and forget all about this.
But I can't. I can't for Mom's sake and for Buffy's sake.
And as the knife digs into my flesh, I bite my lip to keep myself from screaming.
The blood gushes out, staining my shirt and jeans as it rushes towards the drain. I can feel
tears flowing down my cheeks, streaming down my face like salty rain. But the pain...
The pain is wonderful. Burning and hurting and I know I'm alive. I can see why some people do
drugs. It's like I've craved this all my life and now I've found it. But I haven't had a
lifetime to learn to crave.
My vision blurs and I'm feeling cold. The room is getting fuzzy and it's spinning. Slow at
first and then faster and faster. The light isn't just shining now; it's glowing pure and
white.
"DAWN!" Buffy's screaming. She must have broken down the door. I can feel her hands, closing
around my body and lifting me up.
But I know that she's too late.
It's going dark, and I can't feel my body anymore. I can hear her sobbing softly and I can
hear Mom calling me.
But I can see the light ahead.
And I don't feel like turning back.
~End~