Amoung The Shadows

Chapter 25-Goodbye

I was numb. My tears had ended. I had nothing more to cry with. I was on the wet forest floor. Encased in mud.
I was shivering even though the cold never really effected me. I couldnt move any part of my body. If someone had come to take me away from here, they would have had to carry me.
How do things happen so quickly that you dont even have time to say goodbye? What is it that prevents my happiness? Whenever I find something or someone that I love, they are yanked away from me. Newt was no exception. After all that I've been through, dont I deserve even a second of relief. Even a small second in which I sit peacefully, knowing that every task has been done. Every test completed. Every obstacle overcome. No. I am positioned in this painful limbo of always having to look behind myself, always being careful, and never being able to act my age instead of always having to be wiser and more withstanding. How does that work?

I lifted myself up from the forest floor. I whimpered as I catiously stood up. I wore no shoes, so the twigs that lay scattered about scratched at my feet. I closed my eyes and listened to the forest. The sound that I was always too busy to notice. I had been through so much here...Lost this friend and that...
When I first got here, I was blooming and blossoming. Every flower must wilt eventually though...

I found myself walking toward the strangely alluring DreamShade. My heart began to hurt. I gasped as the pain spread through my body. Suddenly, I began to fall. I threw my hands infront of me, looking for something to break my fall. I found what I was looking for, unfortunately...
I scramed horsley as my skin made contact with thr sharp thorns of the deadly plant, DreamShade. I let go of it an finished my fall.

I looked at my hand. Where my red blood flowed, it met with the black poison that now traveled up my arm, and through my body.
I dont have very long.

I stood once again, my heart thumping. I have to get back to camp! Say goodbye at least...

And so, I found myself stumbling toward camp.
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I barged into the kitchen. My heart was slowing down. I felt my eyes droop closed. I urged them open.

I heard Mihno cry out, "Faith!" He shouted. "Peter was worried sick! He was looking for y-" He cut off and grabbed me by the shoulders. I winced. "Are you ok?" He asked. I shook my head.
Then, I felt the poison creep into my heart. It was excruciatingly painful. I gasped and doubled over. Then, I picked myself up with a cry of pain. I smiled at the Lost Boys and Gladers who starex at me in alarm. " I...love...you...all" I chocked out. "Goodbye." I whispered.
With a last sigh, I felt my eyes droop. Once again, black dots clouded my vision. I let go.
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Third Person POV
With a last sigh, she dropped. All the boys, big and small, Lost Boy and Glader, gasped. Mihno cried out. Frypan screamed and dropped the plate he held. A tear rolled down Winston's cheek as he stares in disbalief. Felix sprang up to get Peter, who little did Felix know, was already on his way. He ran like he never did before. His heart thumping. Sweat plastered his hair to his forehead and neck. Tears blurred his vision. He burst into the kitchen. Everyone held their breath, except for Minho, who sobbed into the dead girl's shoulder.

Peter walk walked over to them slowly. He crouched down to the body. A tear rolled down his cheek. A single tear that ment so much. So much feeling was put into that single drop of water. The boy who never grew seemed to have grown up in a second. He suddenly understood death, as he stared blankly at his only love.

Minho looked at Peter and gently passed the girl's limp body to Peter. Peter held Faith. More tears ran down his cheeks.
He bent his head and kissed Faith's forehead softly. Another small gesture with much more meaning than it seems. A sheer beacon of love. "We will bid her a final farewell tommorow." He said quietly, his voice cracking. "For now, I will clean her up myself and prepare her." He said.

He picked her up in a style that he hoped to carry her alive. In a way that he hoped to carry her dressed in all white, not a shaby mess of clothing strips. Peter carried her to his room, and layed her on his bed, about to prepare her for the 'final farewell'.The last time he would ever gaze at her pale face. The last time he would ever see her vibrent blue eyes. The last time he would ever hold her hand.
And so he cleaned her up like he promised. The last time he would ever touch her.

So see, not every story has a happy ending. Sometimes, everything piles up until even accidents kill. Goodbye freinds, for the end of this story of love is ny.

Peter grew to never love again, and the Lost Boys continued to be loyal. Even the Gladers soon became as wild and carefree as the Lpst Boys. The spirit of the only Lost Girl remained on the island, keeping whoever helped her safe and alive.
And that was the end of a love story that began as a war, and ended as a tragedy.

Ok. This is indeed the last update of this book. I loved writing it so much. I know I ended it so suddenly, but really, there was no way I could have madd Faith withdstand any more. She lost practicly everyone, and now it was her turn. I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing! Once again, Goodbye,
and thank you!
I will most definitely start another book. I dont think that I will go on with The Adventures Of The Looking Glass...
Other than that...this is about it...