A Collection of Stories

Fallen Feathers

Pain. That's all I could feel. I'm confused, mainly with myself: my frustration leading my fingers into a tight fist of mud ratted hair.
It shouldn't have happened that way.
But how else could it have happened? Was there any other way to skirt around the impeccable ending everyone knew would come?
No.
I already know that, our fate is just hard to swallow. As my mind plays over our fall again a deep pain grows from within my chest. Longing for something I'll never have again, none of us will ever have.
A misty layer of tears caresses my cheeks, probably washing off a layer of dirt and sap. A week ago there was no reason to cry.
But it's June Seventh, not the first.
Steaming blood drips down my back, only on one side- my other one still intact.
You need help.
Part of me wants to survive, but the fact that I should already be dead keeps my knees planted to the ground.

Another sharp wave of pain runs down my back and knocks me to my stomach.
A hiss slithers from my lips and I clench my teeth in order to stay quite.
I can't do this anymore.
You have to. Get up.
Cameron? Where are you?
Doesn't matter: get up, get moving, find shelter. They're coming Bellaby. Run remember you-
A sharp scream cuts out the voice in my head.
I have no choice but to block out the cries of my dying friend. Maybe the last one who was alive. Was. 

That was it, my last tie to the clouds.

We're all as good as dead.

I dug my hands into the cold dirt, my fingernails snagging on every shard of grass. What a pitiful way to give up- digging your own grave.

The worlds are doomed.
The angels are dead.
Heaven has fallen.

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Yay go Blue! Finished a chapter while sitting in history class, sorry Brattain- no one likes to listen to your nonsense.

P.s. this is short because I'm working on a big chapter that's taking me forever. Like FOR-EV-VER.
Okay Red ya up honey buns.

Love, blue.