Don't Die ✨ Scriddler

Don't Die

"Don't do it, Edward!" Jonathan screams after me.

I ran into the building as fast as I could. 

"Oswald? Oswald? Are you there?" I called out, gaining a moan of pain from the floor above.

"Edward!" Jonathan's voice still echoing through the halls.

I ran up the flaming stairs that bit at my feet, "Oswald!" I shouted for the penguin once again. 

"E-Edward?" A soft voice groaned.

I turned the corner of a hall and saw a weak body on the floor with ebony black hair.

I ran over to attend to him but-

BANG

I felt excruciating pain in my side.

I looked down to see I was bleeding.

I had been shot.

"Edward!" Jonathan's screams filled my ears for the last time.

I looked behind me to be met with the evil grins of Joker and Harley.

"How does it feel, Nygma?"

"How does it feel to have everything you could ever have ripped away from you."

"How"

"Does"

"It"

"Feel?"

I slowly felt my eyes closing, growing closer and closer to the darkness that was ahead of me.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of arms around me.

I felt so comfortable

Protected

Safe

I felt so alive at that moment, yet I knew I was dying.

"Edward!" A familiar voice choked back a sob.

"Jon?" I whispered.

"Edward, don't die! Don't die!"

I smiled.

I never felt so cared for in the whole of my life.

All of a sudden, my eyes dropped and I felt the darkness take over me.

I'm sorry Jonathan.