Disclaimer: it's not mine (I wish)

This is just a weird little thing I came up with after watching the fight at the end of graduation day part 1. Not hugely inspired, slightly depressing, but hey, it's writing, and for me at the mo that's impressive.

Sorry to any readers of my other stories- my computer went wobbly and all my fanfiction files got deleted. Yup, all of them. I only have a couple of stories I'd saved elsewhere. I also have Alevels in about 3 weeks, so I'm afraid writing isn't at the top of my to-do list. Sorry. I will get back up and running at some stage, and the sequel to all in the blood is started!

Quite a ride

"Shoulda been there B. Quite a ride…"

She then watched as the dark haired girl toppled backwards off the ledge, her arms waving as if to catch hold of a hand that wasn't there. She ran to the edge, her eyes wide as she watched her fall, and hit the piled wood with a sickening crash. As her broken, bloody body was carried away, the blonde on the balcony could not tear her eyes away. Her mind was filled with conflicting turmoil- two sides of her screaming heart-wrenching cries she couldn't shut out, but couldn't fully register either.

One side wailed the crushing revelation that the cure was gone. There was no other way to save him. She'd failed and now He would die, all because she had been outsmarted, all because she hadn't been careful enough, she hadn't thought it through… unless of course, she gave herself up. Sure it might kill her, but it'd save him. Was she ready to die?

You failed, and the price is his life or yours.

The other side felt the gut wrenching terror of what she had just done. She had killed her. The only other person on earth with any hope of understanding her. The sister she'd never had. She had thrust that knife into her and felt the warm blood flow forth… the very same act that they'd condemned her for in the first place. She couldn't bring her back, even though she knew deep down that the girl was terrified, she couldn't show her the comfort she needed, and now she was dead by her hand…

I killed her. I killed her!

Down on the truck, as the last thread of consciousness was pulled infinitely taught, the dark haired girl with a heart full of fear, hatred and despair, had one last thought that strangely calmed her:

She did it. She killed me. It's over.