Susan sat just staring at the wall. She was at her best friends house trying to take in the news. They'd all died. Not just one but all of them. What was the miniscule chance that this could have happened? She couldn't even begin to calculate the odds in her head. Why couldn't even one of them survive? She suddenly missed her sibling's crazy ramblings about that silly game more than anything in the world.
She curled up into a ball on the couch. She was never going to see them again. The tears that had welled into her tears were now streaming down her face. Maybe if only she'd believed in Narnia too she would have died with them. She didn't believe though. It was all games from their childhood. Games that had probably driven them to the train station and killed them.
She was crying hard now. Part of her yelled that she was smearing her makeup and should compose herself. She couldn't. The pain was still so fresh and new. Mixed emotions were traveling through her broken heart to quickly to be sorted one from another. The emotions so random she just felt lost. Lost and so very alone.
Gone… All gone…
"I'd do anything to have them back…" Susan whispered to the silent room around her.
Myrna walked into the room and pulled Susan into her arms trying to comfort her. The adult and serious part of Susan was yelling now to get up and take control of her situation. Queen Susan from her childhood kept weeping. Crying for someone from another world to come and rescue her for once.
How many times in their games had they rescued someone else? Wasn't it her turn now!
"Susan?" Myrna whispered.
Susan sat up and tried to compose herself. What was she thinking? Someone coming to rescue her? That was absurd. There were no magical worlds. Nothing to condole her in her grief! Alsan and Narnia were games and lies that had caused the pain. They weren't going to take it away.
"It's going to be alright," Myrna tried again. Susan gave her a weak but determined smile in return. "Things will be tough but you're strong."
Susan clenched her hand trying to sort through the fresh anger against her childhood. It felt as if something was there between her fingers. Something familiar. Myrna was rubbing Susan's back and humming a soothing lullaby. Susan looked down slowly to find her old bow in her hand.
She stared at it for several seconds before going to meet Myrna's eyes. Myrna didn't even seem to notice the apparition. She must have been going crazy in her grief. There was no other explanation in Susan's mind.
A sudden weight across her lap brought her attention down to white quiver stuff with arrows. Susan jumped this time. Myrna kept humming as if she didn't even notice her friends start.
Susan stood up grabbing the quiver before it fell to the ground. A cool breeze flew across her face. The room began to flutter away. Susan began to panic mascara-accompanied tears streaming down her face away. I'd do anything to have them back… Her grief wrought wish whispered through the wind. Anything…Anything… Echoed in her ears.
Her legs buckled under her so she was a weeping bundle of brown clothing against the green meadow around her. She thought of nothing laying there crying. She was afraid to think. What had just happened to her? Other worlds didn't exist. It didn't logically make sense. She was almost an adult. Where had her imagination taken her. Was this some sort of freak dream within a dream? Was her family really alive and this whole event just a cruel hallucination?
Short beginning yes I know. This is the beginning of two plot bunnies, which formed after I finished the last battle for the umpteenth time. Please forgive any unfortunate grammar occurrences. I swear I didn't do them on purpose. And last but not least I do not own Narnia.