Ok you guys, get ready for a sad one.
Red
All she could see was red.
She knew she was unconscious. She could hear the murmur of voices round her, but she couldn't bring herself to open her eyes.
Red.
Not a pretty red, not a scarlet, not crimson. This shade of red had no name. It didn't need one. The shade spoke for itself. It was that horrible.
Not black, not white, but red.
Talking. Her family's voices. Words.
She's not waking up.
What do we do?
Nurse Sprat is on her way.
I'm sorry, I don't think she'll last that long.
A little girl's voice rang through all the others.
Is she okay? Please tell me she's okay…
And then an older girl voice.
This is all my fault….
She longed to reach out and tell everyone that she was fine and it was no one's fault. She'd be up in no time, but she couldn't, because all she could see was red.
Then his voice. His voice. The man she loved more than anything. The one person who had been by her side forever. All she wanted to do at that moment was reach out and tell him that she loved him.
But she couldn't.
Wails. Familiar wails filled the room. She could recognize them anywhere. And her heart hurt, because she knew that she couldn't comfort him at the moment.
This doesn't look too good.
Don't cry. She'll be fine.
But everyone was crying. And she couldn't do anything. She lay there, helplessly listening to everything around her. The crying, wailing, talking. Nervous voices, pained voices, helpless voices.
And then it stopped.
Gone was the horrible red.
Because Veronica Grimm had just died.
This does not apply to the storyline of the series. Nor do I know why Veronica died. I'll let you guys come up with that.