A Chance to Change: Part 1

A Chance to Change...

Part 1: Prologue

A voice whispered in my ear, Its not supposed to happen like this...

I turned my head to search of the person who spoke, who dared to speak after this. I was met only by the tear streaked and stony faces of my friends. I turned back to the space I was looking at, vacant brown eyes stared up at me. Shakily I kneeled by my sister's side, broken glass dug into my knee, I was almost glad of the pain it brought, it reminded me to feel. I reached out my hand and brushed a drop of rain from her still flushed cheek. Her skin still felt warm, hard to believe that she wasn't just asleep. Memories rushed back to me, waking her up in the morning, shaking her shoulder and the murmured reply's to my insisted words for her to get up. What I would give for one more word to pass her now-cold lips, for her to look at me again with that evaluating stare she had. I knew it was stupid for me to think those things, but that didn't stop me. A hand thumped down on my shoulder and I looked around, startled, the hand was blood stained and cut, it belonged to Giles. I looked up at him, not even managing to pull together the energy to glare at him. He got the message though and stepped back after giving my shoulder a quick squeeze. I turned my attention back to my sister, the rain was becoming quicker, I felt that every drop that touched her was mocking me. Laughing at me by spotting her skin with colour. Finally I let out a trembling sob, my hand went back to her cheek, cupping it gently. I ran my thumb across her ear and into her long hazel brown hair, it at least was still the same. I sobbed again, tears still did not seem to be able to make their way to my eyes, yet my mouth was filling with saliva. I slipped my hand to the back of her neck and pulled her head towards me, I cradled her like she was a baby, like I had done when she had just been brought home from the hospital, proud parents looking on.
Whimpering I murmured, . The heavens answered my call by sending the rain down in heavier torrents, soaking Dawn's hair and the dress that Glory had forced her to wear, the tares in it becoming more prominent, showing long cuts on her bluing skin. I closed my eyes, the tears now streaking down my cheeks now mingling with the rain on Dawn's face. I pushed the hair that was now clinging to my forehead away and clench my eyes tighter. Only wishing, futile at it was, that there was something I could do to change everything...

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Disclamer: All the charaters that you recognise belong to the wonderful people that make Buffy, all the others are mine.e2] [Page3] [Page4]