Hello everyone! (Well... mostly aven91... I don't know if anyone else is actually reading this as no one else reviews!) Before this starts, I would like to remind everyone that I do notsupport suicide or murder... it's for the story, OK? :) And thank you for reading, everyone!

Oh, and I've got another story about Emma called "Diaries of the Dead" if you're intersted.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but Emma, the poetry, and the idea. :)

Chapter 11

Emma's POV

Death. So simple a word. The end—same thing. Once you were dead, no one was destined to see you again... except me.

Let me go.

This is too much knowledge for one person to know.

Let me die.

I'm tired of living life's lows and highs.

Let me rest.

Listen, you know I've failed the test.

Let me feel.

I'm tired of the unreal.

Let me go.

I'm ready, I don't want the world's woe.

Let.

Me.

Go.

They expect me to carry this... thing but not to treat me like I am anything but a child? We're all the same; we are all going to die in the end. There is no immortality but that of a legacy.

I have been dead for years. On the inside. My heart beats, but yet it doesn't.

I have been as good as gone, hanging on by a thread...

my heart is as heavy as lead.

I know not what direction to head...

For I am of the living dead.

Let me, this body shed.

All that is needed has been said.

Let me lie down and die, in this rock bed.

Because I shouldn't be alive.

So I succumbed to the call of the universe. Dead.

Charles's brow furrowed as he thought. Cerebro had detected Emmaline on the high school's doorstep... literally. Where was she going? Why had she left? Hours ago she had been unable to move. Now she had somehow made it all the way to Bayville High.

When they finally made it there, they didn't see Emmaline. He had decided to bring the New Mutants along too as most of them were closer to Emma than the older mutants. They decided to spread out. He wished them all luck, and told them if they found her, report back to the Blackbird

immediately.

Ray's POV

Ray was tired of this. Emma this, Emma that—who cared? Everyone in this world was suffering. Xavier was far too kind and soft, in his opinion; no one could possibly help everyone out there.

Bored, Ray carelessly kicked a stone out of his way, wishing he were doing anything but this. Suddenly, he spotted movement. There Emma was, huddled in a corner of the building. Ray jogged over there, and rolling his eyes, grabbed her arm.

The world exploded. He could feel everyone here, living, breathing, hearts beating. Ray tried to scream, but felt the air ripped out of his lungs. Something blue and furry whipped in front of his face, a puff of smoke, and they were dangling off of the cliff in front of the mansion.

Ray was falling through the air, and then he met rock. His ribs cracked, and he couldn't move. A heavy thing on his chest kept him from inhaling, and the world around him pressed close, a final hug good bye. Hot liquid was in his mouth, and he coughed up blood, wanting to be sick. The terrible smell of water was surrounding him, taking him away, then—

Black.

I was me again. It had all happened so quickly—Ray had touched me, and we became one for a brief moment. Then Ray screamed, and Kurt poofed in front of us. When Kurt touched me and tried to bring us to the jet, I brought him to the cliff. To this day, I still don't know why I did that. Kurt and I were fine, collapsing on the edge, but Ray fell. Down, down down to the bottom. I saw him crumpled, water washing over his body. He was alive—his heart was pulsing, small, but still there, light and beautiful.

I dived down after him, to the bottom. I was unscathed. Kurt's eyes widened, and he BAMFed down to catch me, and POOFed Ray and I up to the top. I fell to my knees, and my head went down as tears poured down. Then the fire inside me flared up, and the coals were kindled, moved by the stench of death, an unnecessary death—just like them all.

My fire went into him. I held him in my arms, and the river of life flowed to him. When he had enough to fill his heart, I hugged him. I couldn't let go; death is the embrace of time, and life is the kiss of love.

Then I knew how to die.

I would die for Ray.

So, I gave in, and my life ebbed into him, and I tried to lose my memories. I embraced death, and in turn, death brought me there. Yet life's kiss had the blessing to allow death to let me go. The light was here again, pure blinding white. Why couldn't I go?

The tears pored forth, yet no one here could ever understand, except Ray.

Bit of a cliffhanger, I suppose. :) How did you like it? Please review! :) Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it! I'll try to update soon. :D

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