Hey guys. I'm not feeling very good, so short chapter today.


Cry's P. O. V.

I woke up and the memories of the previous day came flooding back. I felt the tears streaming down my cheeks as I stood up and added a cut to the previous one. I felt the pain dissipating into nothing as the blood flowed from my wounds.

I bandaged them and walked out to my car to visit Anna.

I found her with one less machine attached to her body. She looked a bit better, but didn't look like she would wake up anytime soon.

I looked down at her and sat in the chair. I wanted to tell her everything I hadn't gotten to tell her. I wanted her to wake up. I wanted her to live. I wanted to erase everything I had done and make it right. I spoke softly as I gently rubbed her upper arm.

"I'm sorry. I should have let you explain. I'm sorry. I need you. I miss you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry..." I trailed off as tears streamed down my cheeks. I heard a small laugh. I turned and saw a girl leaning against the wall.

"It's your fault, you know. It's your fault she's laying there." I glared at her and stood up, angling myself between Anna and the new girl. She had black hair and green eyes, with a scar similar to Anna's wound. She smiled.

"She never really loved you. She could never love you." I shrunk back against the bed and turned away.

"No. It's not true." A cackling laugh sounded from behind me.

"Of course it is!" Rage flared in my heart and I whipped around on her.

"Who are you?!" She looked happy as she replied,

"You should recognize me. I'm a virus. My son went after you. He may have failed, but I won't Not with her, and definitely not with you." I stumbled back and sat in a chair.

Another virus.

I heard her stepping over to me. She took my arm and rolled up my sleeve.

"Good, you already started. It must have been her. You really love her, don't you?" She let go of my arm and walked over to Anna.

"Well, how about if I did this?"

She held one hand over Anna's heart with her palm down and held her other hand, palm up, in the air. A yellow mist rose from Anna's body and into the girl's palm. It reappeared over her upturned palm and formed a ball. As it flowed, Anna's breathing got slower and slower and the heart monitor beat slower and fainter.

"Stop!" She smiled and laid the ball over Anna's heart. It shrunk into nothing as the mist drifted back down into her chest. Her breathing strengthened. I sighed and the girl pinned me to the chair.

"If you don't give up on her, I'll drag every ounce of life from her pitiful body." I struggled for a moment and sighed.

"Fine. But tell me one thing. Why do I need to give up on her?" She smiled and laughed softly.

"You're the one who kept her alive for so long."


I wrote a one-shot for Sunday. I still need suggestions for the weeks to come. Bye guys. -Starflight