PREPARE FOR TEH FEELS!
(Written from Anya's perspective)
"Ugh!" I grunt as I punch the ground where the Authoress was moments ago. "I had her there, I could've killed her, but no, she took the wimpy way out and teleported away!"
"I don't think she can die," Oz says.
"We have to get out of here as soon as possible!" Andrew says.
"You just want to be over the pain of killing me," Jonathan says. "And of course, you killed me right after I forgave everyone!"
"I'm sorry, I told you!" Andrew sobs.
"Guys, let's just, move on," Tara says, touching both of their shoulders. "I'm sorry for what happened, but we need to find a way out,"
"I don't have a way out," Jonathan mutters. "I'm dead,"
"You know what? So am I. Maybe we're fighting to get to the afterlife. Maybe we're fighting for heaven,"
"Tara..."
"Come on. Let's go," Tara offers her hand, and he grabs it.
We all leave the basement and head back upstairs.
As we walk past a certain intersection, I feel a knife slice through my shoulders, down to my stomach, and I remember death. My body collapses beneath me.
"Anya!" Andrew yells, picking me up. "Anya! I am so, so, sorry,"
"What happened?" Oz asks. "Anya?"
"She died here," Andrew says, starting to cry. "She died, and I watched her,"
"I was terrified," I say weakly. "I expected you to be the scared one, and me to mock you. But you seemed calm, and I was shaking like a leaf,"
"Your last real words were 'Floppy, hoppy, bunnies.'," Andrew sobs, hugging me to him.
"I died protecting you,"
"I had thought, that between the two of us, I would be the one to die,"
"Oh my God," Dawn says. "Not you too,"
"I'm fighting for nothing now," I say, starting to feel empty. "When we leave, there will be nothing waiting for me,"
"I am so, so, so sorry," The Authoress says, walking up.
"Get the hell away from me," I say, lightly pushing Andrew off of me and standing to face this demonic child.
She hugs me, and I wrap my hands firmly around her neck.
The Authoress looks at me blankly and disappears.
"I'm dead," I say, collapsing. "I really am dead,"
"Hey, hey, maybe we get to go to the afterlife," Tara says, squatting down and touching my back soothingly. "That could be fun,"
"But I won't get to go back with the rest of you guys! And some of you I sort of like!"
"Welcome to the club," Jonathan says emptily.
"Is it weird that I kind of hope I'm dead?" Oz says.
A breeze seems to blow through, and everyone looks down the hallway wistfully.
"I get it," Andrew says. "We have a lot of bad memories. Maybe it'll be better if we leave them behind in the next life,"
"You guys are so depressing," Glory scoffs.
"This game is depressing," I say, standing up. "That's why we have to beat it,"
"Yeah. We, we have to escape," Andrew says.
"But, first, well, I need a minute to be alone now," I sniffle. "So I'll be in the bathroom,"
"We'll wait out here for you," Tara says, smiling weakly.
I force myself to move step by step until I lean back against a wall in the bathroom. I start sobbing uncontrollably as I slide down the wall.
Across from me is a mirror, and when I look into it, I see how pathetic I look.
Minutes, hours, days pass as I cry, not caring about measuring how long I do.
"Hey," Andrew's voice says. I look up to see him in the doorway. He shuts the door behind him and joins me on the floor.
"I thought I said to leave me alone," I say bitterly.
"Do you really want to be alone?" He says calmingly.
"No," I whimper, leaning against his shoulder. "No, I don't,"
"That's what I thought," He wraps his arm around my shoulder. "Do you want to walk about it?"
"No,"
"I figured as much,"
"I can't believe I'm dead,"
"Neither can I,"
We stay like this, me crying, him holding me, for ages. I look up at his face, his half opened eyes, his soft lips, and I suddenly get the urge to kiss him.
So I do. I close my eyes and tilt my head up and touch my lips to his. My hands touch his cheek to bring him closer to me.
He stays still, unreactive for a moment, and then he grabs my face and kisses me back deeply.
"I thought you were gay as hell," I mumble against his lips, smiling a bit.
"Well, I mostly am," he says, pulling away a couple inches, "It's just something about you, that's just, well, you're the perfect woman. And why did you kiss me if I'm supposedly so gay?"
"Aww, thanks," I smile. "And well, I didn't expect you to kiss me back,"
He blushes and kisses me again.
As we kiss a horrible thought slips into my head.
If we leave this world, we may never see each other again.
"Andrew," I say. "You're kissing a dead girl,"
"You make it sound creepy," Andrew laughs, pulling away.
"We can't do this. We can't fall for each other. I'm dead, and as far as we know, you're not,"
"Maybe I am. Maybe we're in the afterlife together,"
"If we escape, we won't remember this at all," I say, starting to cry. "It's pointless to even try,"
"Hey, hey, hey," Andrew says, patting my shoulder. "Maybe you're right. Maybe it is pointless. But, you of all people should know, people do stupid and pointless stuff,"
"I know, but-"
"Hey, if I'm dead, we can be together. And knowing me, I probably am and I just don't know it yet,"
"We won't remember that we had fallen for each other,"
"If I can fall for you here, I can fall for you anywhere,"
"This whole situation sucks," I say, burying my face in my hands.
"I know," Andrew says, pulling me into a sitting hug.
"I don't want to be dead,"
"I know," he says again, pressing his lips to my forehead and keeping them there.
We stay like this for a while before I have the courage to go back, to deal with everything.
Well, it's not my courage entirely. Andrew grips my hand, and he shares what little he has with me. And it's enough to keep me going, enough to help me walk. The tighter he grips my hand, the more I feel like he needs the courage too.
Together, we're enough.
Together, we're brave.
Together, we can make it.
Aww. Don't you guys think they would've made a great couple if she hadn't died in the end? I do. Leave your opinion in the reviews! kthnxbye