𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑 ⁻ ᶠᵉᵃʳ ˢᵗʳᵉᵉᵗ ᵗʳⁱˡᵒᵍʸ

11 - our final night alive

Letting out a scream of pain, I turned on my back, on the cold hard dirt, starting to cry from pain and terror. His axe flew down, hacking into my stomach that was quite possibly the worst pain I've ever felt in my life. But one hack didn't satisfy Tommy-did it ever? Again, again, again, and again. The pain oddly numbed me; I tasted the blood building up in the back of my throat until I coughed it up.

"My..." I did my best to get out my final words. "...answer is....no."

My feeling went first-I could see Tommy hacking into my stomach, but I could no longer feel the pain. Then my vision faded to black at just about the same time as my hearing went. Cindy and I's first kiss, Tommy and I's first kiss, confessing my feelings, going to homecoming and prom, dancing in the rain, learning how to ride a bike, stargazing, going on a picnic, dancing with no music, singing my heart out to Grease's soundtrack, building a pillow fort, an escape room with friends, spontaneous water gun battles with my dad, leaving handwritten letters for my dad to open when he feels a certain way, having matching outfit nights, looking at wedding dresses, sex for the first time, and even planning my future out of Shadyside.

All of that was gone now. There was no future out of Shadyside-there wasn't even a future in Shadyside anymore. I could only pray that I went to heaven. But with all the hell I've gone through tonight...was God even real anymore? With that final thought, my world slipped out of my grasp, and I was left in a pitch-black infinity of emptiness, all alone, with no one else to live forever with.

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MWAHAHAHAHA
SHE HAS TO BE TOLD ALL HER FRIENDS ARE DEAD
AND SHE'LL BE IN SO MUCH MENTAL AND PHYSICAL PAIN
OH FUCK
AH FUCK I'M SO SORRY IN ADVANCE

let me know if you're crying

because i am :)

and i'm sorry this chapter is shorter than the rest

this is y'all rn: