I'm.... Hungry :A TPN fanfic (the promised neverland)

Dead (final chapter???)

You held your stomach trying to stop the bleeding, but your hands were shaking so bad that you couldn't focus. You started breathing quickly and hyperventilating. Emma  and Ray took some of the cloth used to cover the window and placed it on your wound. It hurt like hell.

You cried out, tears flowing while you continued to drip and cough up blood from your mouth. "Just hold on Y/n! We're gonna save you! You're not gonna die." 'Well it sure as heck feels like i'm gonna die' is what you felt like saying, but you didn't want to talk in fear of more pain. The pain you felt was already irrascribeable and you didn't see how they could possibly heal you whether you were a demon or not. Cislo and Barbara went to collect Norman who was staring completely mortified at you.

He didn't intend for you to get shot. To be honest when he said he was going to exterminate all demons, he would have taken you into consideration. Now the situation became clear to him and he felt like throwing up. 

At the moment, you were lying on your back, so all you could see was the roof of the room. Barbara scoffed with a smirk. You heard the sound of her reloading her gun. "Your skinny, but i'm sure you'll still make a good meal." Barbara taunted, though she was completely serious. "I'll go heat up the oven while the rest of the blood drains."

You coughed again, beginning to dizzy and gargle the blood coming through your mouth. You looked ot Emma and Ray who were still trying to apply ointments and wash away some of the blood while still applying force to your wound. Your vision began to blur as you felt the warmth of your own blood soaking into your clothes, staining them and your skin, along with Ray and Emma's hands as they tried to help.

"h-hey... stop." you breathed out.

"Don't talk it'll make it worse. We'll sae you somehow, we promise!" Ray said. trying to find a way to get the bullets out, without serious damage. You gave a weak smile. 

"Ray don't make promises you... promises you can't keep-"

"No! We're gonna do it!" You're eyes flickered.

"Ray-" Norman tried to say, but Ray cut him off with the nastiest glare you could ever give someone. Norman swallowed and continued anyway. "They're right... you can't save them. We don't have the things necessary to perform a surgery and all those other things needed."

"Shut up..." Emma said now.

"What?"

"Shut Up! This is all your fault! Y/n's dying and it's because of you! You know I wish you would have just gotten 'adopted' like you were supposed to!!" Norman was completely struck. He felt like someone had hurled a rock through his chest. Norman loved Emma even though he had to hurt her many times, and he never expected her to not be upset, but this was too much for him. 

Norman frowned and stood pushing both of them out of the way. He picked you up and carried you unto a metal table, despite the protests he was getting from Ray and Emma. (I wonder what all the other kids are doing rn?) Norman pulled back his sleeves and grabbed a scalpel. You saw his blurry figure above you and you saw him cutting you open further, but you couldn't feel it at this point. 

You became numb and felt colder than normal. So this is what dying feels like? I wonder if those who burn feel cold in their final moments too? I am i gonna go to heaven (or whatever you believe in)?  You heard Norman swear as the bullets he did get out clinked onto the table. He tried to close you back up, but even you could see more blood leaking out of you and off of the edge. You closed your eyes. "Y/n?!" Norman exclaimed. You smirked a bit, even though you were not in condition to do so.

"I'm not gone yet Norman." he exhaled, but you didn't even have to see him to tell that he was still tense. "You know it's funny... I thought i would always end crying over you... but here we are." You cough again. 

"I can't stop the bleeding...." Norman admitted. His arms fell to his side in defeat. His hands covered in your blood. Your smile faded, but not because of your fate. You were too weak to even keep it. What a spontaneous turn of events. One minute i'm on the trail back to reconciliation with my family and the next... i'm here lying on the table bleeding out. Maybe i was supposed to die. Maybe at the House when it burned down I was supposed to go down with it's ashes. 

As your mind continued to run off, you remembered the song, you had sung a few days ago and the one before it. You parted your lips and quietly began to sing it. As you did you saw images of the woman you had scene the first time. Norman, Emma, and Ray looked up and to their surprise they saw it too. The smokey dancing figures. It was a man and the demon woman and then the tiny Isabella and the boy she had been with appeared. They sat humming a tune of their own under the tree together, completely at peace. And then you saw yourself. 

It wasn't the you now. It was before the transformation, before the revealing of your secret, before all of the bad. You just sat there giggling while Conny played with you chasing you around, while you pretended you couldn't run away. You your song soon turned into a humming and then slowly into a muffled noise. Your eyelids grew heavier and soon you couldn't even open them anymore. You no longer felt any sensation of anything. You just saw the figures dancing in your mind all at peace within themselves. And soon your felt yourself lift up and join your own memory where you now forever reside...

You heard the crying, screaming, and yelling, but you were so far away from that now. But then you heard another voice. 

"Y/n! Wake up!" You jolted awake highly confused. Emma looked down at you with worried eyes. Isabella was there too. In fact everyone was. "Thank God. You wouldn't wake up Y/n!" Isabella said worriedly.

"Wha... what happened?" you asked confused. you looked down to your stomach which hurt really badly. You felt your back and no scar or injury was there. The actual fu-

"You had a bad fever and wouldn't wake up for six days! We had to feed you and everything!" Thoma whined, Lannion nodded in agreement. As you looked at all of their faces, the thought that all of that was a dream made you feel incredibly overwhelmed. Tears involuntarily started flowing down your cheeks. The little kids hugged you, including Emma, trying to soothe you.

It was all a dream.... or was it????