Warning : This fic isn't edited so I can't guarantee that it will be good. However, if by some miracle you like it please let me know! If you didn't like it I'd like to know as well. Constructive criticism welcomed. ;)
1949.6.29. 12:45 p.m.
Susan Pevensie had heard what happened not from the hospital or the police department but from the newsreader on the 11 o'clock news. She didn't know why she'd felt the need listen to the news: she never did, but that night the newsreader had announced what had happened and, in a crisp, professional voice, read out the names of the deceased. Most didn't mean a thing; but several did:
Helen Pevensie
Goerge Pevensie
Peter Pevensie
Edmund pevensie
Lucy Pevensie
Digory Kirke
Polly Plummer
Jill Pole
Eustace Scrubb
No bodies found…all presumed dead…all family… all friends…she didn't know how much they meant to her-
Until the day she lost them.
Susan asked question she had asked herself so many times before. Why?
Why had they never listened to her? Why did they have to pursue something they didn't need? Why couldn't they have been content with what they had had, like she had been? Why did she have to go back? Why was Narnia, what she had loved most,been taken away from her? And now-
Why did this have to happen?
No…this couldn't be happening...it was too horrible…it couldn't be true…things like this didn't happen to people in real life…it was all a bad dream...it had to be…she would wake any minute now…Peter and Edmund and the others would return any day now…
But they never returned-and she never woke up.
Two weeks later Susan was sitting in the hospital director's room yet again, being shown pictures of unidentified corpses. Sights she doubted she would ever forget. The man handed her a picture of a young woman. Susan shook her head.
"My sister's hair wasn't that long," she said.
But then, she thought ruefully, she hadn't seen her sister for months. Who knew how long her hair had grown during that time.
