When I peaked through the glare of sunlight in the next room, I felt like I had just been shot. There was Maxon. With a gun held to his head.
"Well, well, well, look who we have here!" Croaked a man dressed in grey with a red bandanna around his head. It must be a rebel. "I'm Birte. Nice to meet you... America." He slurred my name and let it linger on his tongue. I didn't like it one bit.
"DON'T YOU EVER SAY HER NAME LIKE THAT!" Maxon yelled furiously.
"One more outburst like that, my prince, you're dead!" Birte cocked his head like he was getting ready to shoot. He slowly pulled back the top of the gun and started to pull the trigger towards himself. No Maxon! He couldn't die he just couldn't!
"Take me instead." I stated firmly. I showed no sign on fear. I know what I have to do. If it means Maxon stays alive, I'll do anything.
"You just made the worst decision of your life." Birte threw Maxon to the ground and started making his way towards me. Was this really happening? I couldn't let myself think this way. I'm doing this for Maxon.
The tall, thin man made his way to me ever so slowly, taking a step every time I inhaled deeply. He reloaded, and grabbed my arm tightly. The man jerked me upright, and smashed he gun into my head, right above my left ear. I have to be brave. For Maxon! I put on a brave face. I looked up at Maxon who was bawling in the corner, his head in his hands. He looked up for a fraction of a second and we made eye contact. Just from that brief look in his dark chocolaty eyes, I could feel what he was feeling. He didn't want to lose me.
"Lets get this show on the road! Any last words, darling?" Birte cooed teasingly, trying to get a reaction out of Maxon. When he heard darling, he shot upright like a bullet. He practically had steam coming out of his ears. He stormed over to the rebel, leaving a few feet between them so he wouldn't get killed.
"Don't you ever, AND I MEAN EVER, TREAT A LADY LIKE HAT, ESPECIALLY IF SHE'S MINE!" Maxon started out soft, but quickly turned into screaming. I was terrified. I was about to die.
"Well, c'mon girl, get out your last words!" Birte was anxious now, itching to get away.
"Maxon," I whispered softly and slowly,"when I met you, I thought you'd be a stuck up jerk, and I wanted to leave. The only hing keeping me here was the garden and the food, especially strawberry tarts. But you showed me something I never had before. Friendship. And the you tried to give me everything o make me happy, because you loved me. Then I realized, I loved you too. I will always love you, forever and always. Promise me one thing. Eliminate the castes, marry someone that'll make you happy, and tell my family I love them. And tell the Selected Girls I love them too." A tear rolled down my cheek. Maxon was smiling, but tears were streaming down his face too.
"I promise." Those were the only words that meant something to me in the past few hours. It hurt SO MUCH to know that I wad going to die, and he had to live without me. I had to live without him! This was a nightmare, and I'm the main course. I'm going to die.
I let the emotion sink in a little bit as a braced myself for what was going to happen next.
"Well, that was sweet wasn't it? That little speech was more than a few words, I have to say, but touching. It almost makes me want to NOT kill you!" He chuckled a little his own joke. "Sorry Charlie, but this is goodbye!" He ever so slowly moved the gun down to my arm and pulled the trigger back. That's when the loudest sound I had ever heard washed over me. I started to cry. He had shot me. I hyperventilated. I'm dead! That was the only thing I could think.
But then the adrenaline went away and It occurred to me that a bullet just went through my arm. The pain started. It felt like a thousand bee stings in a second. It was too much. I couldn't even make a noise. It hurt too much. I looked for Birte, and saw that he was jumping out of the plane with a parachute. Maxon ran over towards me, and was now rocking me back and forth like a baby in his lap.
"Mer, no not you Mer, please Mer, don't go!" Maxon was stuttering and muttering. He cared too much about me. This is going to hurt him more than it'll hurt me. "MER! Say something! I CAN'T LOOSE YOU! I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH!" Maxon was crying and I was sobbing. I tried to tell him I loved him too, but the pain was too much. The only thing I could do was sing to him. My last words would be sung.
"Say you'll remember me, standing in a nice dress staring at the sunset, babe. Red lips an rosy cheeks, say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams... Wildest dreams..." I was basically chocking this out. Maxon had his head buried in my stomach and his hand enclosing mine.
"I will. I will always love you." Those were the last words I ever heard. I was gone. The world went dark, like someone had taken all the stars out of the sky and took away all light sources. The only thing that hurt now was my heart, aching to be with Maxon. It seemed like the pain was gone in my arm, but not in my soul.
Authors Note: I'M SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED! I WILL MAKE IT UP TO YOU GUYS! I PROMISE! THANKS SO MUCH FOR READING! UPDATES WILL BE SOON. DON'T WORRY, THE STORY'S NOT OVER YET! i plan on making it like, 30ish chapters, idk. The song America sung was Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift, Americas favorite song, she did not write it. It's also my favorite song c: Apparently, no one has the song on YouTube, so if you're destined to hear it, you have to buy the album 1989 which I have so that's why I know the song. Anyway, I'll be posting soon! New Goal: 15 reviews. Or 2,000 views. (We're at like 1,700) Love ya!