Magicblazer Oneshots

My Immortal

(Title taken from: My Immortal by Evanescence)

"Zatanna, no!" Jason yells, and I don't hear him.

I don't hear anything, feel anything except for one thing: the hatred, the shock, the absolute desire for revenge.

The sadness hasn't even crossed my mind.

"Blood, fuck off!" I snarl, breaking free of his hold and running full-force at the demons who just caused what I hoped to never come.

The body of the man I love is laying there, lifeless and without a single breath.

I grab his body and hold it close to me after banishing them back to Hell in one go, the building still aflame. "No! I'm not leaving him! I'm not!" I yell at Xanadu when she tries to tell me to go before I get myself killed.

The ceiling above us starts caving in, and finally, I'm at peace.

I should be afraid of death, but, I'm not.

If I die, at least I'll be with him.

I'll be with John.

The next few days leading up to the funeral were a blur of tears, alcohol, and reminiscing. All I could do was reminisce.

Nothing felt like it mattered anymore...

My fears of being left alone, being all alone, with my loved ones dead came true...

When I was little, all I could think about was being alone...

Now it's come true...

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears

No one can help me now...

The day of the funeral finally came, and that day, I couldn't bear to get out of bed.

I couldn't.

Getting out, going there, seeing him lifeless one more time, it would make everything all too real...

These past few days of endless alcohol and magic, trying to drown myself in anything that would keep me from thinking about him would all dissipate, it would all go away, and I would be left with everything I felt when I first saw him go into the flames and never come back out...

I can't do this anymore...

I won't...

People try to help me, but they can't...

I try everything that I can think of, everything that I do to get over a heartbreak, many times at his hand.

These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real

He's dead, Zee. Never coming back. Stop being an optimist. He can't find his way back from every situation. Don't be a fool. If he was serious, he would've stayed instead of going every two days. You knew what you were getting into when you shared his bed the first time.

He's dead.

Gone...

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone

A knock at the door pulls me out of my thoughts.

"Anna?" A British accent sounds on the other side of the door.

The accent alone brings me back to him, and I try to drown it out again.

"Fuck off!"

"Love, I don't want t' do this, trust me... but, I will if I have to. Now, are ya gonna open this bloody door or not?" The same unfamiliar voice asks. "I made myself clear: Piss off, Brit!"