FINALLY NORMAL
Every single word echoed in her mind. "Yeah Buffy, what are we gonna do now?" Dawn had just said that seconds ago. She had absolutely no answer, she couldn't utter a word; hundreds of thoughts exploded in her mind, she remembered everything that had happened in the last seven years, bittersweet memories. She had discovered true friendship, profound love and pure, indissolute evil. Also she had learned that power moves mountains, and that true love has power over pure evil. There was a light breeze brushing Buffy's bruised face, and a sudden sense of absolute calm invaded her, there she was, standing in front of what used to be, not only The Hellmouth, but also her personal hell. Sunnydale was where she had to learn to survive, where she had to learn to fight, and where she saved the world on countless occasions. But it was over, Sunnydale was just a hole in the ground, every single house, every place where dark memories were kept, didn't exist anymore. Two large salty tears came running down her cheeks, mixing with the dirt on her face, when they got to the corner of her lips they had a funny taste. She felt nothing was going to be the same from now on.
Willow's spell worked perfectly, every potential in the world turned into a full strength vampire slayer. When Buffy turned around to face the yellow bus and her friends, Willow was sitting in the floor, feeling dizzy.
"What's the matter Will?" "Nothing serious, but I can feel them as I told you, they are awakening all over the globe. Thousands of them, I performed the spell so that's why I feel them so strongly."
She turned to Giles and started talking about where to go, what to do. With thousands of new slayers, Buffy felt like some rest would do her good, and the world would be safe. So they thought maybe Cleveland was not a good idea.
"Maybe Hawaii? I mean, they are tiny islands there can't be much demon activity in 5 square kilometres, right? And besides, it would be great with the whole "Aloha" thingy, and those lovely tropical outfits.".
Doctor, you are needed urgently in Room 722! There seems to be no pulse
read.maybe she has undone her straps again and took the sensor off her
skin.
A tall, bald, middle aged man rushed down the corridor, and flung open room
722 door. The room had almost no furniture, except for a big white bed, with brown leather straps attached to the metal structure of the mattress.
On top laid a blond, skinny girl.
Oh yeah.-he thought- Buffy A. Summers, permanent resident here at the
mental hospital of Minnesota. Seven years in intensive treatment, with absolutely no results achieved, the patient had shown no response at all.
The doctor gasped, he entered the room and looked at her wasted away body.
Her pearl white skin seemed delicate, like porcelain.
"Undone your straps again, have you little lady? "
Only she hadn't, when he checked, both straps were firmly attached to her wrists, then he realized. The body showed absolute no vital signs. She was
dead.
Autumn had disappeared, leaving the freezing temperatures of winter. The green car parked outside Minnesota's Mental Hospital main gates, inside a
man and a woman where talking. Her eyes were red, and she couldn't stop crying, the men tried to calm her down, without success. Moments later they
were sitting down in the doctor's office, the women still sobbing and
crying loudly. Pain could be smelled in the air.
- "We are very sorry, there was nothing we could do, seven years is a long
time."
Every single word echoed in her mind. "Yeah Buffy, what are we gonna do now?" Dawn had just said that seconds ago. She had absolutely no answer, she couldn't utter a word; hundreds of thoughts exploded in her mind, she remembered everything that had happened in the last seven years, bittersweet memories. She had discovered true friendship, profound love and pure, indissolute evil. Also she had learned that power moves mountains, and that true love has power over pure evil. There was a light breeze brushing Buffy's bruised face, and a sudden sense of absolute calm invaded her, there she was, standing in front of what used to be, not only The Hellmouth, but also her personal hell. Sunnydale was where she had to learn to survive, where she had to learn to fight, and where she saved the world on countless occasions. But it was over, Sunnydale was just a hole in the ground, every single house, every place where dark memories were kept, didn't exist anymore. Two large salty tears came running down her cheeks, mixing with the dirt on her face, when they got to the corner of her lips they had a funny taste. She felt nothing was going to be the same from now on.
Willow's spell worked perfectly, every potential in the world turned into a full strength vampire slayer. When Buffy turned around to face the yellow bus and her friends, Willow was sitting in the floor, feeling dizzy.
"What's the matter Will?" "Nothing serious, but I can feel them as I told you, they are awakening all over the globe. Thousands of them, I performed the spell so that's why I feel them so strongly."
She turned to Giles and started talking about where to go, what to do. With thousands of new slayers, Buffy felt like some rest would do her good, and the world would be safe. So they thought maybe Cleveland was not a good idea.
"Maybe Hawaii? I mean, they are tiny islands there can't be much demon activity in 5 square kilometres, right? And besides, it would be great with the whole "Aloha" thingy, and those lovely tropical outfits.".
Doctor, you are needed urgently in Room 722! There seems to be no pulse
read.maybe she has undone her straps again and took the sensor off her
skin.
A tall, bald, middle aged man rushed down the corridor, and flung open room
722 door. The room had almost no furniture, except for a big white bed, with brown leather straps attached to the metal structure of the mattress.
On top laid a blond, skinny girl.
Oh yeah.-he thought- Buffy A. Summers, permanent resident here at the
mental hospital of Minnesota. Seven years in intensive treatment, with absolutely no results achieved, the patient had shown no response at all.
The doctor gasped, he entered the room and looked at her wasted away body.
Her pearl white skin seemed delicate, like porcelain.
"Undone your straps again, have you little lady? "
Only she hadn't, when he checked, both straps were firmly attached to her wrists, then he realized. The body showed absolute no vital signs. She was
dead.
Autumn had disappeared, leaving the freezing temperatures of winter. The green car parked outside Minnesota's Mental Hospital main gates, inside a
man and a woman where talking. Her eyes were red, and she couldn't stop crying, the men tried to calm her down, without success. Moments later they
were sitting down in the doctor's office, the women still sobbing and
crying loudly. Pain could be smelled in the air.
- "We are very sorry, there was nothing we could do, seven years is a long
time."
