Author's note : I got this idea when having Chinese class ( believe me you don't want to know about it, worst thing ever ), anyway the idea just pop up in my head, and I just mindlessly grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled it down, so please don't mind that it a bit short(maybe a huge bit) but hope you enjoy it!
This story is about if the rebel attack in The One happened a bit differently.
Please read and review! and you can also check out my other story which is also of the Selection called The uneven road. Thanks!
Disclaimer : I do not own any of the characters nor the Selection. All rights go to Kiera Cass !
so here it goes…
Prologue : if only
Bullets flew and people fell. And blood, oh god, it was everywhere.
I was frozen in shock and couldn't seem to make any sense out of the chaos, I couldn't get hold of what's happening around me, except that many people were dying. I saw Celeste's body lying lifelessly on the floor, and I couldn't help but think that I would be the next. It's weird, I thought, the way people died. It hurt, it always did, and yet I never understood where all the hurts came from. Somehow it fascinated me sometimes in a way love did ––
Someone yanked at my arm, a face that I didn't recognize that whether it was of a guard or a rebel. I panicked. And I screamed, or at least I wanted to scream, but my throat was dry and my mind was blank, and I couldn't even fight against him 'cause my limbs were numb. I could only let him drag me out of the Great Room and down the hall.
Maxon.
The thought hit me and I instinctively looked back over my shoulder, and the thing I saw, I think it's printed forever in the back of my mind, punched me in the heart –– Maxon was carrying Kriss bridal-style, and was hurrying down the opposite way of the hall.
That's it, I thought, he didn't even care if I was safe or not, he's not even looking for me.
I'll be glad when you're gone.
I knew it was silly and I felt pathetic, but somewhere deep down I was still hoping, hoping that that love we had had wouldn't die so swiftly, that he still cared, and that he said the things he said just merely out of anger. Hoping that he still loved me. Even just a bit.
But, no, I was wrong. I was so wrong. I was just being a pathetic idiot. I'd had his heart and I broke it. I had had my chance and I let it slip through my fingers like the way water did. Now he's going to choose Kriss, and I was stupid enough to expect him to care about me right after I torn his heart apart.
A burning sting tore through my chest, but I didn't care for my heart's already dead. I was not even aware of where the guard/rebel was dragging me, and before I found the power in me to observe my surroundings, I was shoved hard into a small hidden safe room.
At least now that I knew he was a guard, thanks heaven, that meant God, of all people, still had not forsake me. Yet.
I tumbled into the dim room, trying, yet failing, to try to regain my balance, and hit hard onto the ground with a loud thud as the heavy stone door shut behind me.
I just lay there, on my side, didn't even bother to try to search for the switch of the light, for a moment, merely enjoying the darkness and loneliness. The emptiness and the burning in my heart seem to have had a silent agreement to torture me together, as if it would do them any good.
I thought about all the things we've gone through together in all those past months, Maxon and I. After all the joy and fights, laughters and tears, love and hurt, I thought we were finally being able to truly be together, just the two of us, finding our happily ever after together. But now we're going to live our separate lives, and I had no one else to blame but myself. It's all my fault.
If only I had had told him everything last night, then I would have time to explain, and I wouldn't be here dying from heart break. If only things were different.
But it's not and it would never be.
I felt my cheeks wet, and that's when I realized I've been crying. Tears were pouring out freely from my eyes like the way water did spring. I wept over my losing of Maxon, over the life we could have had with each other. I wept over us. I covered a hand over my aching heart, as if trying to mend the shattered pieces, feeling my dress soaking wet. I looked down. And the last thing I remembered was the rich bright scarlet that coated my palm before the darkness conquered.
Review! Hope you guys like it, I know this is short but I just don't really have free time recently, I will be updating as soon as possible, and I just happen to be a slow typer. Thanks for reading !
