Daughter of The Diabolist (1)

~ Chapter 8 ~

It had been a few weeks since her father’s death and Y/N was slowly getting used to her new life. It hadn’t taken her long to come to terms with his death and an even shorter amount of time to get over it, cause let’s face it, there really wasn’t a lot to get over. He was a terrible man and an even worse father. 

The two friends were currently messing around on their skateboards along Hollywood boulevard. Interfering with tourists taking selfies and just generally enjoying their lives. 

Y/N was slightly ahead of Willie on her board when it happened. 

What felt like a gust of wind, sent the girl tumbling of her board into oncoming traffic. 

“Y/N!”  was the last thing she heard as she braced herself for impact. Instead, she felt her best friend’s arms wrap around her pulling her close to his chest, then everything went black. 

Sounds and sights all overlap each other as a dazed Y/N opens her eyes. Memories begin to flood back, panicking the girl and sending an urgent need to find her best friend. 

She carefully rolls over only to be pushed back onto her back and blinded by a bright light. 

As voices start to become clearer she begins to regain more of her senses and pain shoots through her whole body.

“Can you hear me?” 

“What’s your name?” 

“Can you understand me?”

“You need to remain still” 

Ignoring the voice completely,  the girl once again attempts to find her best friend. She knows he was here before, so where is he now?

As she begins to become more desperate she starts to call out, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Willie, I need to find Willie!” 

“I’m sorry but your friend died on impact. Now you need to lay still so we can get you on the stretcher into the ambulance.” The voice once again comments, still sounding as though it was coming through a radio from miles away. 

She couldn’t believe it. Willie was dead. 

She felt herself being lifted slightly onto the stretcher and raced into an ambulance. There was some happening around her it was hurting her head and all she wanted to was sleep. She gradually closed her eyes, feeling more and more peaceful as the darkness took over her. 

After what seemed like hours, Y/N opened her eyes once again, only to be greeted with what seemed like a completely black room. 

“Willie?” She questions, quietly hoping her friend was nearby. 

“Right here”

Her head shot around, eyes meeting with his.

She ran towards him as if her life depended on it and pulled him into a hug, apologising over and over again, tears streaming down her face. 

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay. If I were to die at any time I would want it to be with you.” Willie half-heartedly jokes, attempting to lighten the mood. 

“Your such a dork.” Y/N comments, pulling her head back from his chest and wiping the tears from her face. 

“But you love me.”

“Yes, I do.” The girl replies, once again pulling him in for a hug.

They stay like this for a while, just appreciating each others company and letting the recent events kick in. They may be dead, but at least they still had each other. They may never be able to live their lives the same way ever again but at least they would never be alone.