Oblivion {n.h.}

Chapter 25.

Silence; almost.

No one speaks. The only sounds to be heard are small chews, and Harry's hushed whispers towards Gemma. Unfortunately, Harry's cooing hopes for her to stay with us will not stop Gemma from turning into a flesh eating monster, it's just what's going to happen; and soon.

I sit next to Niall, almost hooking my arm around his, eating out of a bag of potato chips that we'd found in the kitchen.

Jackson eyes me every once in a while, probably checking to see if I'm alright, which I never truly will be. Losing Joshua, Lottie, and even possibly Jade stabs my brain. No matter how hard you try to save the ones you love it's never going to stop the dead from coming.

Across from me on the arm chair in Louis' lap, Felicite coughs up blood, indicating her system is trying to produce too much heat, and her time is coming soon.

I look between the young girl and her older brother, pursing my lips in a thin line. Niall rubs my arm and all eyes are waiting for anything Louis might have to say.

"Lou.." Carly speaks from her seat upon the floor next to mine. "I'm afraid it might be time." She softly tell him, trying not to make it as bad as it seems; a hard thing to do.

The older boy nods and purses his lips similarly to the way I did, and a few tears fall from his eyes, picking up the fragile girl from on top him.

She's almost in a state between life and death. Her body so cold and limp, I'm not even sure she can hear or see us anymore, but we need to end it before all she sees is the meat on our bones.

Louis sets her back down on the armchair after he had gotten out of it, before looking at us for answers; asking who wants the honors.

I pull out my small knife that was tucked between my pants and body, holding the tiny thing between my hands, shakily. Looking to Louis, I offer him with my eyes to do it for him, no matter how much I wouldn't want to have to.

Standing on my knees, I move towards the young girl, over her body, so pale and lifeless. I use my hand to brush some of her brown hair out of her face and tuck it behind her ear. My hand still shaking and lip now struggling to stay still.

Tears brim my eyes and my unsteady hand raises to her exposed temple.

"Sweet Dreams, my love." I whisper to the young girl, before my knife makes contact with the side of her head, and the walking of the dead she would've done, has now been prevented.

I turn to see most of my friend's eyes focused on the ground, and most look as if they've been crying.

Niall hugs Louis, who is turned around and huddled tightly into Niall's chest. Niall sends me the softest look he could've given me, before his eyes revert to where Harry and Gemma are rested on the couch.

Harry's hand is extended out in front of me, a gesture to kindly ask for the knife that had ended Felicite's pain, now also going to be used for relieving Gemma's.

"Are you sure." I whisper out, my voice cracking more than I'd thought it would.

The curly haired boy nods, his eyes glistening by the second. Without another word, I place the knife in his hand, closing it with my own over his.

I don't bother to watch the sight in front of me, only to scar my mind with yet another unwanted image. Only to turn around and rub Louis' back with my fingertips, slowly tracing his spine, up and down in a calming manner.

Oblivion, calls out names tonight.

The quietness of the large room is troubling, and I get a sensation to sing. My soft voice awkwardly coos out at first before holding every note out.

"If I could tell the world one thing, it would be that we're all OK."

A song that Jackson and I's mother used to sing to us when we were troubled or upset as children. He takes the next verse, as if he was just finishing a sentence that I'd not known how to word.

"And not to worry, 'cause worry is wasteful and useless in times like these." Our voices tumble in a sea of harmonies, to fill the room once more.

"I won't be mad useless, I won't be idle with despair, I will gather myself around my faith, for light does darkness the most fear."

The room goes silent, as if the song was a lullaby to put who all used to be children to sleep. Darkness surrounds us, and we see nothing but each other's eyes, brightened by the moonlight.

That is until light fills the room and a voice breaks the silence; screaming and yelling.

"SHE HASN'T GOT MUCH TIME."

A/N:

This chapter was very short, I apologize, but it was also one of the most special for many characters and it was extremely hard to write. Hope you enjoyed x