Downfall of thy deviants child

Part 7: id gladly die for him

~deviants daughters p.o.v.~
Hands shaking as I wrote what I saw in my sleep. I knew I'd would die to protect him but I didn't know it be like this. It started out in the typical way in an old style house that was lit by dozens of candles. I herd footsteps, his footsteps to be exact. I followed the sound and found Chris in the same room that held the mirror. The same mirror that let the monster within you out. I watch from afar as the usual things happened. He looked at himself in the mirrior only to be spokes when the demon within him raised his eyes brows at Chris. He turned around and found himself alone or so he thought. I hated seeing this and no matter what I did to try to wake up I couldn't. I looked down and realized I was in one of Chris's oversized button up shirts and shorts that I'd had worn to bed only a few months ago. I knew why I was dressed like this. I will always be his girl no matter how hard I try to let go and move on. I looked up to find Chris arguing with his demon who was pointing a small hand gun at the middle of his fore head. I walked forward as silently as I could and put a hand on his shoulder. He turned and looked down at me. He was taller then me but I didn't mind due to the fact it made me feel protected. I smiled as I looked up at him before I turned to face his demon. I raised an eyebrow and let him try to enter my mind. He chuckled as I stood in front of Chris who was attempting to stand in front of me. I wasn't gonna let him get killed like this. Before Chris could say anything his demon fired the gun and I felt the bullet enter my head. I took my last breath as I sank to the floor and let the darkness take me down. That's where i always woke up. Right after Chris's demon killed me. I know the oath was broken but i still loved him and would protect him till my dying day that's how much he still means to me. I put my pen down and let my hands shake. They always shake these days. In truth I wasn't my self theses days even my best friend K knew that. Putting the note book and pen on the floor before I laid back down knowing sleep would avoid me now that I was awake. Placing a shaking hand on the misfit pendent he had as well; I closed my eyes and let images of him consume my mind.