A.N This was a journal entry I wrote for school, and figured since I wasn't ever going to do anything else with it, I might as well put it on here. This was written in a time span of about 15 minutes, so I apologize in advance if it is of poor quality. This is really depressing actually, and after reading all the happy endings the other students in my class wrote, I was a bit afraid to read it aloud.
The sled slowed to a halt as it neared the bottom of the hill, yet the village was no farther.
In fact, Jonas thought, it seemed farther away than before, when he had looked at it from atop the snow covered hill.
The hill that carried Jonas so far had finally flattened and cold carry him no further.
Jonas reached down to wake up the sleeping child strapped to his chest, but recoiled from how cold he was. He shook the child frantically and shouted out his name.
"Gabe! Gabe!" He called over the roaring wind.
But he still wouldn't wake up.
Jonas choked back a sob as frozen tears rolled tracks down his filthy face. Gabriel was dead.
Jonas rolled off the sled into the thick, powdery snow. The wind whipped his hair in every direction and practically blinded him. It was no longer a clam snow fall. It was a full out blizzard.
He made a motion to get up, but found he cold not feel his legs. He instead pushed himself up on his elbows and attempted to crawl towards the village. The whole time the elusive village filled with warm and inviting homes seemed to move farther and farther away.
Soon though, his arms gave, and he collapsed face first into the snow.
It was getting harder for him to move. Whether it was because he was just that cold or from the thick snow obscuring his motions, Jonas couldn't tell.
Finally, Jonas set his head down in the thick snow and closed his eyes. He shivered once more, before becoming still an excepting the thick, muffling blackness that had been threatening to over come him.
He too was gone.
'So this is death.' Jonas thought.
Yes, he knew he was dead, yet only a small part of him was disappointed with the fact that he never reached his goal of finding Elsewhere.
The rest of him was occupied with what he had managed to land himself in now.
He no longer felt cold, in fact, he cold feel nothing at all.
He could see though. He saw the past, present, and an infinite amount of futures. He saw his community, the place he had escaped from. He saw that village that managed to slip through his fingers. He saw parents, Lily, the Giver, Asher, Fiona, everyone he knew and strangers he didn't. He saw everything and nothing at once.
It was a bit like being the Receiver again. Except for that little detail of no emotions and feelings. No pain. No love, happiness, joy, sorrow or anger. Just nothing.
'So this is death.' Jonas thought again. 'Blissful nothingness.'
A.N I might have Princess put up her's too, but for now all you have is my depressing oneshot.
~Psycho