Author's Note: Hey readers, Graduation is just around the corner…wish me luck .
Try to get away
There's no point in thinking about yesterday
Its' too late now
It will never be the same
Avril Lavigne
It was time . . .
The chants were hollow. The room was dark and haunting, and what they were waiting for refused.
I tried to hold my ground. My heart was pounding fast, as I saw what was waiting for me: My death.
"NO!"
"I grabbed what was closest to me: Luciola. He just stood there like a statue. I held on to him as long as I could; the priests came for me.
I cant' believe he let go …
"PLEASE!" I cried, struggling to free myself from them, as they forced me closer and closer to my fate.
Tears wouldn't stop streaming from my eyes; it blinded me.
Closer…
"HELP ME!"
The doors were opening revealing the horrors of what was to be my future. Harder and harder, I tried to fight; breaking loose was not working.
I tried to look back to him, but couldn't. The chanting grew louder and intense, as I drew in my last breath.
"LUCIOLAAAAAA!"
It was like my entire life had flashed before me. Suddenly, I was face to face with my destiny; sucked inside kicking and screaming.
But it was not audible! I had lost my voice!
"Oh my gosh!" I thought, or at least tried to think; it was hard to. I couldn't concentrate! Losing my mind! GOD HELP ME PLEASE!
I felt something in me change all of a sudden; the pain was unbearable! This was it …was I dying?
My braid suddenly came loose, unraveling the twisted strands of what was once my braid; the ornament had disintegrated, and in it's place, was that infernal hair wrap.
My clothes were starting to change as well; I could feel myself slipping, and rapidly! With little memory I had left, I thought of those I cared so much about.
Clause, my interesting Immelman; too bad we never got to duel. I was looking forward to it too.
Little Alvis the sweet heart–how she opened up to me that day in the room with the swing. I promised her that we'd go to that somewhere together.
The redhead, called Lavie…
And Luciola … my Luciola. You've been with me from the very beginning. Together, thick and thin. We were like brothers! Best of friends! You never complained–not even once! You always gave the best hugs, and yet you never gave them at all. I'll miss you most of all; my memory will never be the same…
At my last attempt to grab what was left of my childhood, I felt most of my dying; my spirit; my memory … me.
" I love you…" I whispered.
It… was done.
Author's Note: I'm handing out tissues if you need them.