THE LAST WOLF STANDING.2 ✅ Complete and Edited

🕐🕕: DYING ROSE

  (Listen to the song above☝️ in the bracketed parts (...) )

                      Ruby's diary

(I have talked about death a lot of times you may be sick of it. It is a boring topic but it is a part of life. No matter how we all want to live we must die. As that is true there various things we never think about when going through the thought of death. The process, how it's going to happen, what will takes place and most importantly Who we want to die with. It is a strange conversation to have with anyone or yourself but hear me out. Judging by the fact that none of us are able to choose how we die whether accidental, suicide, sickness because it just happens. But what If I we were given a choice, no sorry present tense, If I am to choose who I die with I'd rather do it alone with no one around to see me, peaceful, quiet. It's crazy saying that after asking about the who. After witnessing so many different deaths over time I have learnt ... Dying with people you love only hurts it makes you fight even though you'll lose, dying with people you hate well that's just a bummer but it also makes you want to stay alive to get revenge. Dying with people you don't know is just sad and lonely cause it makes you wish there was someone else in their place. This thoughts occurred to me once upon a time and now here I am, right in the midst of what is to be the last time I ever open my eyes. Stuck with a person I can't even categorize,I don't know him but I also know him enough. I don't know what to feel, an enemy that feels like a friend. I can't seem to chose whether I should fight or let go. So if I die here and now, I wonder what type of death will it be?

"Drive faster..." "and not make it? Hey have some faith Ruby will be fine." Mick assures. With how agitated Dean was he could never allow his life in his hands, taking the wheel was the best idea he had. They were already at an 190km/hr checking their phones for any updates with each passing kilometer. "Damn it all I should have not signed the permission slip." "You didn't know this was going to happen Dean..." "Crap!! I don't know what am going to do if she is not fine." "Just breath and believe she is okay." The brunette assures grabbing one of Ruby's staffed bears she always forgets in his car when traveling and hands it over to Dean as a token. Hoping the scent of it was enough to calm him down. Appreciating the gesture dean holds on to it bringing it close to his nose smelling his sister's moon rose scent on it. It was not as calming as seeing if his sister is out of that cave safe and sound but it did a lot to help his chaotic thought process settle down. "Mom dad please keep her safe."

Derrick passes his hand over to her open thigh wanting to cover her skin better with his coat only to feel it's warmth decreasing to a cold icy touch. Alarmed by this he closes his eyes trying to get a heartbeat from the quiet girl. Thump! ... Thump! ... Thump!. It was there but slowing this was not a good sign. He needed to keep her active. "Hey are you okay?" Derrick asks after a long silence his arm was still hurting like a bitch if he had a single chance to take care off his arm he would do it with just a snap of a finger. Ruby moves her head a bit feeling a sharpening headache start right between her eyes. She was getting tired of everything and just wanted it all to end. "Am ... Am still ... Breathing. I was just ... Deep in thought." Answers Ruby her teeth chattering from the annoying cold temperature. "I thought you were asleep." "How can I with all the teeth chattering?" "Oh! So you are all cozy warm and am the one getting the harsh treatment." "Ha! You wish, just keep yourself awake or else your brothers will be burying a dead body on Saturday." Hearing that Ruby raises from his thighs completely sitting up properly feeling the headache amplify as she tries to open her eyes. Derrick hearing the midnight haired whimpering continuously next to him turns to face her properly using his right hand to hold her head upright. "What's wrong?" "I have a back headache that is not going away." Hearing that he tries to move her long wavy locks from her forehead trying to assess for any injuries. His right thumb caresses the back of her head feeling a thickening layer followed by a flowing liquid wetting his fingers. Upon smelling it he was certain it was blood. She must have hit her head hard or something hit her first. "It looks like your leg is not your only problem." "Right of course, head trauma." She says passing her hand through the edges where her baby hairs are clamped in clots of dried blood while fresh droplets start flowing smudging between her fingers and hair.