Sweet Serenity (ON HOLD SORRY GUYS)

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Sorry for the absolutely excruciatingly long wait... Got far to much on at the moment. So anyways, this one is only short but I plan for the next one to be a biggie. Seeing as how this is the cliffhanger I shan't wait so long to upload this time :D

Sorry... :(

Chapter 22

How long have I been awake for now? God knows. This feeling, it’s familiar. Being distant, yet feeling every wrenching movement. I have no control. I am a bystander. That is all. I lie down on air. That is all I feel; the empty space. All I can hear is clear yet distant. Will. He is here. He is somewhere near. I can hear his voice, feel his touch from time to time, but that is all. I have no control. He talks at me pitifully; mumbling occasionally. He has an aggressive tone. I’m sure he feels remorse for not being able to help. Revengeful, that’s how he is sure to feel. I can only be analytical. All emotional connections seem to have died within me; for now. I will probably die. I’ve decided that. Preparing myself for the worst, that’s what I have to do. But I can’t. I have been a fighter for the past 3 years of my life. Maybe I should give up. My luck’s been and gone. Perhaps it is time to die with a little dignity at least. A cold hand runs along my cheek. I wish he would just leave. It would make everything a lot easier; to give up that is.

But why should I give up? Sure, it would be easier, but I can’t let Rory win. I can’t hurt Will. I will not accept defeat, never.

“How long?” I heard Will ask. His tone had changed from his mumbled angry rants. He sounded deeply upset. I felt a sharp pain, like I was being stabbed in all of my major organs. I wanted to squirm and fight anything I could, curl up into a ball like a weak child and cry. Only for the 5th time that is.

“She’s been under 7 hours now. Not long, okay?” I heard Bryan trying to comfort Will.

“I think you should leave her now, to do the rest on her own,” Rheynold suggested. His voice boomed into my consciousness.

“What do you take me for? I will not leave her when she needs me,” Will protested. “If she is going to die, then I want to be with her when it happens!”

Don’t say that love.

“You know it’s for the best William,” Rheynold commented. “You will only get hurt more.”

I wanted to squeeze his hand and tell him everything would be okay. I trust he will be alright with the others. Will tried to protest, I can tell. Rheynold interrupted, this time, much closer and with greater concern.

“Trust me,” he told Will. Silence filled the room. I couldn’t see what was going on, but after a minute of so Will spoke again.

“I love you,” he whispered. I felt his lips brush my cheek and when he pulled away, I felt a tear roll down my cheek. Was he crying? He had to be. I did my best to move any of my limbs in acknowledgement but searing pain stopped me completely in my tracks. Footsteps were the last sound of life I heard.

If life is a battle, I’m certainly losing it right now. My body is burning. I’m on fire; at least it feels like it. I want to wrench all of my insides out right now. Thankfully I’m not simply because I can’t move. This is so much worse than period pain. Sometimes, I wish I was normal; but then I would never have come here. Never met Will, or Rory for that matter. Everything that has happened, and all that will happen is for my future with Will. I can’t let him down. I’m fighting the urge to sleep. Should I? Should I not? I don’t know what to do. Make an executive decision for once in your life Ronnie.

“Stay awake!” my conscious screamed at me. It’s too hard. I may have my eyes closed but I just want to stop thinking, to sleep, relax. No I mustn’t. But I can’t. I’m not giving up, I will never give up.

I sat bolt upright. Light streamed into my eyes as I opened them suddenly. I immediately squinted and tried to adjust. I looked at the room surrounding me. I knew I was upstairs. This must be the third floor. Old mahogany cabinets and furnishings lined the room. I stood and walked over to them, almost as if I was gliding.

“Suppose being a vampire isn’t so bad,” I muttered to myself. I outstretched my hand towards the cabinets, each laden with dust. Firstly my fingers graced the smooth looking surface. I can’t feel it. Why can’t I feel it? This time I outstretched my hand more vigorously. Still nothing? I walked over to a mirror and looked at myself. I was so pale. The others aren’t like this. Maybe it’s the after effects of Leukaemia. Calm down Ronnie, you’re over the worst. Let’s go downstairs. I turned around to the staircase. My heart completely dropped. I can’t be dead. I saw my body, lifeless on the floor, with a small blanket underneath. I ran towards my body and fell to my knees. I examined her face. No breathing, just a small blood stained tear on her cheek.

“I’m gonna get help, okay?” I assured myself as I began to sob. I was talking to my body as if it wasn’t me. Well it’s not anymore, but I will get help. Where do I go? What do I do?

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