So... Sorry. I'm sorry that I broke my phone, then couldn't log in on my new one because of who knows what. Plus, I promised I would finish this... Even aftet, like, half a year.
I'm also sorry for the horrible punctuation in here. I'm using my second phone, which is ancient, and doesn't have auto correct.
On another note, can anyone seriously tell me how to seperate scenes without doing IIIIII thing? Thanks.
This will be a very rushed last chapter, unfortunately. Thank you so much for even finding this. This story is only to help my medicore writing skills anyway. Well, I want it to be, because it is desperately horrible. I hope, after a few momths, that this chapter is slightly better.
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James was tired. Everything seemed to be going wrong. He was tired of it all. Sometimes, he even wanted to follow Victoria and father. At least they were together. He didn't want to do this anymore.
The only thing that kept him going was what everyone else needed, what everyone else had to have: him. So he kept going. For everyone else. For the elite. For the people of his kingdom.
And so, he kept going. Kept bringing up his fake, small smiles. He kept talking, kept smiling, kept dancing. But his heart was broken, and he couldn't fix it.
Or so he thought.
Eighteen days after the attack on his mother. Eighteen days of seemingly endless torture. Finally, that day drew a new hope for him... But all things came at a cost.
It was morning. Fresh, misty morning upon the palace. He didn't know what to do - the elite were supposed to be at breakfast, but he wasn't hungry, so he had pulled out a book to read; of course, as king, he should've been doing so much more, like interviews, or trips, or council meetings. But ever since the day of the attack, James just couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't do anything but pretend he was fine.
"The princess married the prince, and they lived happily ever after" James read. If only that were true!
"Your Majesty!" A maid barged in, alert. "Attack on the palace!"
"Attack?" James sat up, eager for something to take his mind off of his depression. "What happened?"
"Bombs... gunshots! Hanging ropes!" The maid exclaimed unhelpfully.
"On it." With a leap, king James was off, off to fix whatever was happening.
But what could it be? Who would attack? Could it be the 'three' again? Could his mother have somehow come back? James shuddered at that thought. No, he had made a promise to forget that his mother existed. Queen Elizabeth had destroyed his life beyond repair. She could not be remembered.
The burst open the gates to find utter chaos. Up the hill was a structure shaped like a tree, and a rope dangled from it... Holding a human.
Who could it be? James ran closer to look. It was a girl, a small, pretty girl. At first her face was blurred, but after a moment he realized who was being hanged. Coco.
His legs gave way and James fell to the floor, shocked. He saw the elite running his way, shouting some words... shouting some words... But James could not register their muffled voices. His love was dead.
It felt like years before the fighting stopped, and even then, James was on the floor, sobbing. Both of them were dead. All of them were dead. No one loved him, he loved no one. He realized what he had been living for. Coco.
He looked up one last time desperately, wishing it to not be true, but instead he saw a horrifying sight... Maria. Maria being hauled away by his soldiers, kicking and crying.
Maria killed Coco. Maria killed him. And James knew now the only thing he could do.
He tried to stumble away, his feet failing him everytime. At last he fell to the ground once again, shaking with pain.
"James!" He knew who they were. The elite. "Are you okay?"
Maria killed her. The elite was Maria. "Get away!" He shouted, tears coming out. He stood up, shaking in anger. "I don't want you here anymore! You all... leave! Leave this palace at once!" He couldn't trust anyone. Because everyone has betrayed him.
He felt a twinge of guilt when Sophia burst into tears, but he was so angry at the world that he jusf ran away. He couldn't do this anymore.
James ran to the forest. To the forest where he and Victoria had played together when they were younger. Yes, this is where he wanted to die.
He traced the familiar trail to the lake. It was eeirily peaceful here. The birds chirped as if nothing was wrong, but, oh, everything was wrong.
He was about to jump into the lake when a voice stopped him. "James?"
He turned around. Jessie. He didn't dare to answer. He just stared at her, unsure.
"James, don't do this." Jessie walked to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "This isn't your fault."
"How did you find me?" James asked, finally finding his voice.
"I knew you would come here. I've known you all your life." Jessie stroked him comfortingly. "Don't do this. So many people are counting on you."
"I don't care." James said blandly.
Jessie thought for a moment. "I am counting on you"
James stared at her, and something passed between them. He didn't know what it was, but he liked it. "Are you sure everythings going to be okay?"
Jessie sighed. "James. Its going to be fine." Jessie looked at him."Life will throw you curveballs. But you have to keep going."
James stared at her for a moment. Then he nodded, and leaned in. "Thanks."
It seemed like they stayed there forever.
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And that's the end!
I hope its better.
Now excuse me, its midnight, and I need to sleep.
Protect yourslef from the virus, stay safe everyone! 2020 is gonna be a rocky year, but you gotta keep going!
