"Im fucked up, but I don't wanna die,"
Vent writing I suppose. As I said before, not cannon ;) , and Mid Across Time and Space where you can read at WarriorzLove 's Paint Religion book
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"You shouldn't h-have took that bullet for me.."
"Pffft- I had too, who- who else would've if I ha-hadn't?"
Laying around on soft grass had always been one of Greg's favorite pass times. Everytime his mother had forced him outside he would just lay down and nap.
Though laying down with Rodrick in grass that was tainted with their blood hadn't been ideal.
His brother, someone who he admired at such a young age, chuckled at what he said and choked on what could only be blood clogged in his throat.
"To bad, l-looks like I got shot anyways.."
Yeah, that's what happened, someone had came and started shooting; it was obvious they had wanted Rodrick dead for something. They clearly hadn't expected Gregory to become a fucking meat shield to protect his brother. Now he had almost five hot fucking bullets in him probably, wheezing in pure pain and fear at the pure bittersweet death that would surely take him.
And Rodrick too. Despite his efforts, his older brother had gotten shot in his side at least twice, and had fallen beside him on their bloody grass.
Coughing was heard from both of them as they suffered horrible pain. And Greg, although he would never say a word, had watched the former drummer cry and ball his eyes out. This wasn't a good situation, but hey..At least they weren't dying all alone in this big field.
More silence as they suffered, until Rodrick finally had stopped crying and choked out, "I don't understand why you did that Greggy...I-im a lost fucking cause any-anyway,"
True. Greg couldn't argue with that. After his brother's breakup with Mulder, he had become a lost cause. But that's not why he did what he did for him. "I tried to save you.."
A cough from Rodrick. From him. More blood dripping down their chins and onto the green grass.
"Rodrick, I just..I w-wanted you to know that even when Mulder stopped lo-loving you..
I never stopped."
Somehow it felt good to let that fly from his hurting chest. Even though he knew his body would be hollow in a few seconds, fuck did it feel good to let his brother know he never stopped loving him. Even when Greg got left behind.
"That's something nice to know. B-before we die of course.."
Dying. Oh wow, he never knew how much he hated that word and feared it like a monster that would terrorize him in his sleep. He didn't even realize how much he despised that word until the adult said it.
"I wonder what happens when we die?" Rodrick so softly asked, not to Greg, not to anyone.
Greg couldn't even respond if he wanted to, his lungs felt filled with blood, and he was slowly blacking out. The pain had stopped a while ago, they had been laying here forever..
You should've screamed.
Not just lay here!
It's to late now.
And it really was; because he let out a whine at how cold everything was. Tried to scoot closer to his brother with his eyes squeezed shut because fuck did it hurt to move them...
Somehow, Rodrick was dead before him.
He could feel it; laying right next to him. His brother was quiet and didn't even laugh or move his arm around him. Didn't even try. And so Gregory Heffley peaked open a bloody eye and realized he was right.
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"It seems here that Rodrick Heffley died before Greg Heffley did. Despite the younger having more wounds, it shows that he died of suffocation and blood loss. It's believed Rodrick had wanted to die quick, so he stopped breathing completely. Forced himself to drift away."
"Greg Heffley instead died of his bullet wounds. Bled out two hours before he was found. The two boys were found on a field, blood was dry and everywhere, and the youngest was curled into the other...Who found them wants to remain unknown.."
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Greg died around two in the morning, almost a half an hour after his brother Rodrick. He was scared and alone and he wished the pain would go away as he wept and clutched onto his brother's cold, unmoving hand with his smaller one.
Even after everything Rodrick still managed to be above him. Able to be ahead..Able to leave him just like he did before.
He cried as he remembered Rowley, Quentin..Manny..His stomach and bleeding heart twisted as he hoped his parents didn't miss him and Rodrick too much. He hoped Rodrick's friends would move on, and even if he didn't really remember much he prayed that Mulder would be happy with Diana or whoever.
Before he faded too, Greg wondered if the stars looked this bright in the afterlife.
