"Aria! Aria? Can you hear me?"
'Yes' is what I would have said if my brain and burnt up my ability to speak.
"She's conscious but barely, she's slipping"
"Aria! Stay with me,"
"You're not dying today, Aria! Please!"
Dying? Was I dying? I didn't feel like I was dying. I felt like I was burning. In a few seconds, I would turn to ash and fly away in the wind.
A wave of pain rippled through my left side and I winced. Or did I scream?
"Aria, oh god no"
"Please... hold on..."
And I was in the dark. Screaming and writhing in pain. I held in to life and consciousness for as long as I could, but now I was too far back. I lost touch and I was falling into the world of white. Peace, no pain, no heartbreak, no loss, only death, and being amongst the already dead.
An angel came out of the mist of clouds and light and approached me, slowly and calmly. She leaned down to whisper something in my ear.
"John Watson"
She walked back slowly to the mist, saying something else to me.
"Protect Him"
And she was gone, but so was I.
I felt something pulling me. Like a rope bound tightly to my heart, pulling me back into pain and darkness. I fought against, wanting to stay in the land of peace without pain.
"John Watson, protect him"
And I gave him, and plunged back into the dark and finally into consciousness.
"Aria?"
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Arcadia - (A WhoLock Fanfiction)
FanfictionI looked around my room and realized just how lucky I was. I had a nice house, a beautiful family, and none of that would be there if I was with my real parents. My room was quite large compared to others. It was in the attic, all the way up the sta...
