Just Surviving:
I sank to my knees as Callum's body dangled from the rope. He swung slightly, very slowly. Uncontrollable tears fell from my eyes, and I made no attempt to stop them. I thought of all the people here, all the people who had come to see Callum killed; I hated every one of them. All of them were so quick to judge Callum, when they didn't even know him. They didn't know him at all, not like I did. I hate my Dad for doing this. It was within his power to stop this from happening, but he didn't. Callum was just a lowly nought to him, why would he care if he died. He could never see how Callum was so much more than the colour of his skin. I hated the baby growing inside of me. It was the reason Callum was dead. But most of al I hated myself. I hated myself for what I was - a Cross, on the 'in' side. I hated myself for choosing this baby over Callum and letting him hang. I hated everything about myself.
I had to look away from Callum's body, but I couldn't bring myself to look at the people here who were probably starting to pile out of the doors, so I just looked at the ground.
'Callum' I whispered almost silently. I don't really know why I said his name. it just seemed…necessary.
Nothing made sense to me anymore. Nothing matter. Callum had been everything to me. How could I even think about going on without him? How could I bring up our child, when I knew it was the reason Callum was dead. How could I live?
I realised the answer; without Callum I wouldn't live, just survive.
A/N: I know, I know, it's short. But it was 11:25pm when I wrote this. I didn't even plan it. I planned to write Chapter 15, of Noughts, Crosses, and A Not So Happy Ending, but then I found myself writing this. I guess I was in the wrong mood to write something happy, so this was better. Please review on your way out!