I know tht I shouldn't be starting another story, but If I don't get this out of my head I won't be able to do the other one.....
I don't own anythig you recognize.
Chapter one- Falling
Dawn jumped. She didn't know why she didn't let Buffy. It could be hundreds of reasons. She didn't want Buffy to die, she didn't want to live, she wanted to be someone else, somewhere else, doing something else, she wanted the pain to go away, she felt that she was to blame, and that she couldn't go back knowing that it was her fault that Buffy was gone.
It was all those reasons, and so many more that she was falling now, but most of all, it was that it called to her. She felt that if she ever wanted to feel complete, fullfilled, then she had to jump, so she did.
As she fell, it felt like peices of the puzzle were also falling into place, almost as if she felt more whole. Less like Dawn, and more like the key. Like the knowledge of herself was slowly, but surely being unlocked.
It felt like she was falling for years. She could sometimes make out shadows in the white light, and could hear conversations being carried on around her in other languages as she flew by. Slowly she came to understand them all on a basic level, and soon on a more advanced one.
She felt so tired. It seemed as if centuries had passed, and she still wasn't through. She often cried now, and called out to anyone who might have been listening.
"Will I be stuck here forever!? Why!? What purpose will it serve!? I want to live again!"
The gods never listened though. It was a cruel world that they left her in. One of solitude, and bright white light, with only her mind, and the voices to keep her company. She closed her eyes, and didn't open them again for a long time.
I don't own anythig you recognize.
Chapter one- Falling
Dawn jumped. She didn't know why she didn't let Buffy. It could be hundreds of reasons. She didn't want Buffy to die, she didn't want to live, she wanted to be someone else, somewhere else, doing something else, she wanted the pain to go away, she felt that she was to blame, and that she couldn't go back knowing that it was her fault that Buffy was gone.
It was all those reasons, and so many more that she was falling now, but most of all, it was that it called to her. She felt that if she ever wanted to feel complete, fullfilled, then she had to jump, so she did.
As she fell, it felt like peices of the puzzle were also falling into place, almost as if she felt more whole. Less like Dawn, and more like the key. Like the knowledge of herself was slowly, but surely being unlocked.
It felt like she was falling for years. She could sometimes make out shadows in the white light, and could hear conversations being carried on around her in other languages as she flew by. Slowly she came to understand them all on a basic level, and soon on a more advanced one.
She felt so tired. It seemed as if centuries had passed, and she still wasn't through. She often cried now, and called out to anyone who might have been listening.
"Will I be stuck here forever!? Why!? What purpose will it serve!? I want to live again!"
The gods never listened though. It was a cruel world that they left her in. One of solitude, and bright white light, with only her mind, and the voices to keep her company. She closed her eyes, and didn't open them again for a long time.