Doing the Les Miserables Challenge

Day 30; My end

Joan's P.O.V.

Along with the other revolutionaries I shoot the National Guard. My sight is blurred by tears. This is for Eponine, I thought as I shot a solider. And Gavroche, BAM. And for France! BAM! Suddenly our barricade is blown. Sharp pieces pierce some revolutionaries, others made it alive. Others died from the wood. A shard pierces my arm. I scream in pain, and clutch my arm. The National Guard attacks. I scream as they stab, and shoot, and hit. We start to run inside. It's absolute madness. Enjolras breaks the stairs so the National Guard can't get up. We point our guns to the floor. It's Enjolras, Joleigh, Joly, Combferre, Courfeyrac, and I. We're the only ones left. I reach for Courfeyrac's hand, before I can hold his hand, a bullet comes. Goodbye world.

Joleigh's P.O.V.

My eyes tear up as four of our friends crumple into the floor. Joan's hat falls off revealing her long brown hair. The soldiers come up, Enjolras and I back up to the window. The flag in our hands. Grantiare comes up. He walks toward us. We face the soldiers. The bullets come. This is my end.

Joan's P.O.V.

My eyes flutter open, I grab my hat. What the? Eponine? Gavroche? Combferre, Courfeyrac, and Joly get up too. I notice four bodies crumpled on the floor.

"Is that?"

"Yeah," Eponine replies "It's you. I'm here to pick you up."

She sighs upon seeing my confused expression, "Well, you're dead. I'm taking you to the afterlife." Joly starts to hyperventilate,

"AGGHHH! I'M DEAD!" Before we could say anything a group of soldiers approach. We step out of the way. Joleigh, and Enjolras stand by the window. Grantiare staggers toward the two. The three bravely stand as they fire. Ghost tears firm in my eyes, as the crumple to the ground. Enjolras goes out the window, the flag keeping him from falling. The revolution is dead. Suddenly three ghostly forms, well form.

"Eponine?" Enjolras, Joleigh, and Grantiare ask in unison. Eponine laughs,

"Yeah, it's me," she smiles. Take my hand guys. The ghosts of the other revolutionaries form behind Eponine. We all hold hands and suddenly we're flying. We land somewhere like Paris, only everyone is happy, and clean, and healthy, and a majestic barricade stretches across Paris. I smile we're home.