I changed POVs because this chapter needed it. You'll understand if you read on.
I felt my vision swim as pain exploded throughout my body.
"Oh my god Santana." I heard a muffled voice say. I heard three BANGs, and then black.
I felt Brittany holding me. Mr. Schue came over and called 911.
I breathed in and out once I realized what had happened.
Brittany hadn't been shot, I had.
I smiled at her.
"I love you Brittany."
She smiled back sadly. "Tana, you are my world."
"Proudly so." I told her and stuck out my pinkie.
She grasped it in hers and uttered, "Because of that, I think anything's possible."
I noticed the dark liquid flowing from my stomach and I felt my grasp on reality start to fade.
I saw white and then the dark reality of my present. Two choices. Eternal happiness-without the one thing that made me happy. Or the hell of my life.
Brittany kissed my hand. "Santana, it's up to you now. Do whatever your heart tells you to, but know that if it's death, I'm dying too."
When did this girl get so… smart?
My eyes fluttered closed.
I woke up on a hospital bed.
AN: Hopefully this was an adequate ending to this. I have like eight unposted stories that I'll get to, but right now I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed.
I'd also like to thank astronot, who does not know it but formed this story. No lie. You caused me to change some people's deaths in their order and how they died, and every time I got a PM from you, something little or big in this story changed. So thanks. Also, yes, you can say you knew it.
So now that I'm done with my almost-acceptance speech, hope you enjoyed! The Hit Glist will be up soon, along with my reasoning for this story.
Almost finally, I wasn't kidding about the concussion. And I may do a sequel in the future, just not now.
One down, fifteen to go.