Survive Or Die

Chapter 12- anyone but you...

I freeze and hear the scream one last time.
Definitely Jay.
I ignore the Flesh Eater and take off sprinting towards him. I know it's selfish that I just left him, but I have to see if my suspicions are correct. And I hope, I hope with all my heart, that I'm wrong.
I spot him easily. Not fighting and defending but laying on the ground in a huge puddle of blood. Maybe it not his blood. "Jay!" I scream and bolt to his side. I notice the large gash in his torso. Too large to fix. And the blood... too much blood. His eyes are drooping close so I grip his head and tell him to stay awake. "Jay," I scream in his tired, pale face.
He opens his tired and eyes and grins weakly. "A-Aria," he breaths. "I-I should've..." His breath is thinner and his face is bloodless pale.
"Jay no. Don't you dare die on me. That's an order," I say, my voice cracking. It doesn't sound all the strict considering I have tears in my eyes and a quivering lip. "Please," I say, quieter. My chest feels like it's been pulled into itself. He can't leave. He can't...
He grips my hand and squeezes with pathetic strength. "I'll see you around," his voice is barely a whisper and his laugh is soft.
"B-But what about New York, Jay?" I say, forcing back the tears. "The statue? The state o-of freed-dom remember? How about now?"
He smiles weakly. "Go there for me, baby," he whispers in my ear. "Explore the world for me. Fix this mess..."
"But-But you can't go, Jay," I cry. "What about the Flesh Eaters? What about... me?" I ask weakly, my voice trembling.
"I love you, Button." He plants a kiss softly on my forehead.
His eyes slowly close and his body goes limp. "Jay?" I ask. "Jay! Jay!" I scream, shaking his deceased body by his collar. The feeling that slams into my gut hits me like a train, fast and hard. Like I've been punched. "Jay, wake up!" I yell then hold him close; another punch to the gut. "Please wake up," I cry softly, the punch only a dull ache. Tears run down my face and I don't care who sees. "Baby, I love you," I whisper pulling my legs close, as if I move them all my broken pieces will scatter. I feel all the fight seep from my body, leaving only a sharp pain that demands to be felt. "I can't do this without you..." I whisper through my tears. "I need you."

I lift my head. "Stop," it comes out just above a whisper. "Stop!" I order. A few turn to me but most don't. "It doesn't matter anymore," I say carefully. "I-It's over." I know I'm giving up and I know I should fight. But how could I? My whole reason to fight just bled out in my arms.
Someone rushes over to me as I collapse, catching me in their arms. "It doesn't matter," I mumble, my own eyes growing heavy with sheer exhaustion. "He's gone..." I feel them scoop me up bridal style and rush me off somewhere, frankly, I don't care where I go. "He's gone..." I mumble one last time in disbelief before passing out.
Jay visits me in my dreams.

I wake up to find the sun seeping through the open windows.
The events of yesterday suddenly come crashing back to me, causing a sharp pain slash throat my stomach. I clench my teeth to hold back a scream I bring my knees to my chest and huddle in a ball, completely unwilling to move. I curl in a ball, willing the tears to fall because, without them, I feel broken. And they come. Slowly then all at once like a storm.
"Heda," someone says hesitantly from the door. "We are going to bury the fallen and wish you to come with us."
I have a sharp intake of breath at the reminder, my stomach knotted in aches. Somehow I pick myself up and somehow make it to the edge of the Gonplei territory to watch as five innocent kids are declared dead.
Including my Jay.
But he's not... how can he be? The smiling, cheery, joking face that I love more than life itself. Maybe he'll come back? Not as a Flesh Eater, but as Jay. He'll come back.
I know he will.
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Yello readers.
I know it's only really short but I wanted to end it here and it's kind of an add on to the previous one.
I'm sorry about Jays death, I really am, but I've had this planned since day one so yeah. #sorrynotsorry
I'll also go back and make it sadder so don't fret ;)
Aria- 23
Celia- 27
Also some more kids died during that fight considering the fact that Aria was a bit... occupied.
Thanks for not giving up on me :)
Love you so so so so much!! Xxx