Beautiful Endings Part 5

Announcements: Next part is going to be full of romance, I promise! I love reading your comments, and if you have any questions for me then I'll answer them!

Announcements: Next part is going to be full of romance, I promise! I love reading your comments, and if you have any questions for me then I'll answer them!

Created by: Dannica

  1. I completely lost it. I literally crumbled down into the corner of the living room and had a tantrum. I was screaming and crying at the same time, seriously not able to control my emotions. I was drowning in my own pain and sadness. I was tuning out everything that was happening around me. I didn't care that Sarah left, I didn't care that Christofer was back, I didn't care that Gritzo was telling Alex to keep me under control. I didn't care I didn't care I didn't care. All I cared about...All I knew about was that the people that I cared about were dropping like flies. What's the point in trying to save the people that you love the most's lives when the other people that you love on the other end are being taken by the Angel of Death? What is it? Can somebody please tell me because I have no idea how and why it's worth it.
  2. I got up without knowing what I was doing and ran back to my room, shut the door, and flopped back onto the bed that Alex and I shared. Was he going to be next? Christofer? I couldn't deal with this. I couldn't. I couldn't think about it, I couldn't speak of it, I couldn't accept it. After a few minutes, I eventually calmed myself down. 'You deserve it,' the voice hissed after I could hear myself again. For the first time ever, I agreed with it. I do deserve it. For leaving him like that, for not giving his birthday present. April, Nick...S—, I couldn't even think about his name. Then there was a knock on the door. "May I come in?" Christofer's voice asked.
  3. "Go ahead," I mumbled out, wiping my eyes The doorknob turned and in came Christofer, shutting the door again behind him. He sat down on the bed like the different self he was and just stared at me. "What?" I asked. "How are you?" He asked rather than answering my question. "I'm fine," I muttered. He sighed and put his hand on my knee. "No, you're not." I shifted in the bed so that his hand wasn't touching me anymore. "Then what was the point of asking that question?" "Because I thought you'd tell me the truth." I sniffled. "Wanna know the truth, Christofer? Sam is dead. Yeah. I finally said it. I finally admitted it to myself. He's dead, just like April and Nick, and he's never coming back. Ever. And you know what the worst part about it is? The last time I talked to him, he told me not to worry. He told me not to worry about him and I actually listened and believed that I didn't have to when I should have thought that something was going to go wrong. He said not to worry but now he's dead!"
  4. Christofer hesitated, but pulled me into a tight embrace. I didn't care though. I just wanted somebody to comfort me. Somebody's arms around me to let me know that there was somebody there to turn to. He kissed my forehead and shhhed me. "He's dead," I sobbed out into his shirt. "It wasn't your fault," he said, stroking my hair. "None of this is your fault and you need to stop making yourself believe that it is. You don't deserve it. Not one bit." If I were myself then maybe I would have confronted him about his strange behavior. If I had been stronger back then, then maybe I would have figured it out sooner. If I had payed more attention then maybe things would have turned out differently. Sarah was right. Some things are meant for the future. But right now, this was the present. And all I could hear was that strange voice. 'You deserve it.' If only Christofer had known. If only I had known.
  5. Oath stood patiently by the Healer's side while he operated on her. His orange eyes darted to and fro, watching every move that the Healer made. She was a generally important asset in the game. One that could more or less make it far more interesting than it already is. He ran his fingers through his shiny hair and tilted his head slightly to the side. The Healer was from the Faerie District. One of the best, so they say. It was a shame he had to capture him though. And he made some rather rude remarks on the trip back. Suddenly the Healer whipped around with a small smile. Oath gestured him to step away so he could see. The Healer did what he was told ever so graciously, revealing the newly replenished girl. Oath grinned. He put his hands on the Healer's shoulder as if wanting a hug. Instead, his hands climbed higher until they were around the Healer's neck. With a crack of his hand, the Healer's neck snapped as he slumped to the ground in a hopeless heap. "That was for calling me mentally unstable."
  6. I pieced myself back together while cradled in Christofer's arms that seemed so foreign to me. Sometimes I would have had to look up at his face to make sure it wasn't somebody else. Other times my mind would make me see Alex in his place. It was strange. I inched away from his embrace and sniffled. "Do you want to be alone?" He asked. I nodded and tucked myself into the covers. He got off the bed and kissed my forehead before leaving. I felt like I was in an alternate reality. Like nothing that was happening was actually real. I felt like I was trapped inside my own mind in a labyrinth. What was I going to do? I lay there in bed and stared at the ceiling. What was I doing? Was I seriously just going to lay here and cry? I mean, I know I have good reason to, but my family has been kidnapped dammit, and I need to be strong for them. How was I going to face Oath again when I'm always cowering and depending on somebody else? That's when I made a revelation that it was time to stop. It was time to be independent. I could do this.
  7. I let out one last dry sob, slapped my hands against the pillows, and got out of bed. I looked myself in the mirror and smiled just for a little self encouragement. I opened the door and started walking down the hallway when something made me stop dead cold. 'I'm not going anywhere soon, dear.' I clenched my fists at my side and thought of how I was going to get rid of this. The voice's laugh echoed through my skull, her words giving me goosebumps all over my arms and making my blood freeze. 'If I go then you go. Remember that.'
  8. Gritzo was watching the little baby sleep. In the inside he was ecstatic to finally have a kid of his own. "Look, Edith. Look at our baby boy," he said, looking above him to the sky. The baby stirred, but didn't wake. Gritzo sat on the edge of the bed and propped his head on his hands. What was he going to name him? He wanted him to have a proper name. A name that he wouldn't be ashamed to have when he grew up like he did. His train of thought ran a few paces ahead when Gritzo got distracted by the lot in the living room talking. He flicked one more glance at the baby and tip-toed his way out.
  9. "You doing okay?" Alex asked with a small smile. "Yeah, I'm doing fine." I looked at Christofer. "Thanks." He smiled solemnly. "Welcome." I saw Gritzo peeking in from the hall and motioned him to join us. He sat in his mushroom chair nonchalantly. "Let's talk about how we're going to get back to the Underbelly," I said. Ash smirked. "Are you bipolar, hon? First you're bawling your eyes out and now you're all determined to get back to the Underbelly?" I wriggled my nose. "No, I'm not. I just want to do one thing right, and I'm going to do it. We have to finish this, and we're so close now that we have Christofer back. Remember the conversation we had in the car, Christofer? When we were going back to your apartment?" I flicked my eyes at Gumbo, whom nodded accordingly. Christofer raised a brow. "About me telling you about our first date? Yeah, I do, but I don't really get how it's relevant to anything right now." Okay, I bet he guessed on that one. "Oh. Never mind then." Ash cleared his throat. "If we're going to face Oath's guards again then we have to be ready. We only won last time because of the move that Christofer did. Remember that, bro? That was so sick." He grinned. "I so remember that! My fist still hurts though. You know, from hitting the ground." We all glanced at Ash. "Long story," he mumbled, "but true."
  10. I scratched my head. Maybe this was really Christofer. Maybe this is what the Underbelly made of him. "why would I call you whenever I couldn't sleep?" I asked. Christofer half smiled. "You told me you liked the sound of my breathing and it relaxed you and made you go to sleep." "Why did you name me Gumbo?" The dog asked with a glare. "Because whenever I blew a bubble with my gum you'd pop it, get it all over your face, and Mom would call you a dumbo." Gumbo dropped his gaze and lay down away behind Gritzo's counter. "Are you guys testing me or something? I'm Christofer. Christofer John Henderson. You think I'm a fake then go ahead and just keep asking me questions because I will go all day or as long as it takes to make you guys believe me. But by the way, I found the tunnel entrance to the Underbelly, if that interests you guys in any way at all."
  11. "You found it?" Alex asked. Christofer nodded. "While I was walking. There are two: one outside and one in the room with the green door. But if you guys want to stay and keep asking me all these questions then I'm cool with that too" Well, Christofer was always stubborn. Maybe this actually was him. Maybe I'e gotten so paranoid throughout the whole adventure that my mind thinks everything is wack. "Are you sure?" I asked. Christofer smirked. "Trust me."

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