𝐌𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 ♛ 𝗍𝗏𝖽 ³ (discontinuing soon)

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❝Death isn't cruel- it's just merely terribly good at his job❞
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Don't you wish you could be doing something better than what you're doing now? Or be somewhere else so you won't regret every counting second you spend on what you call hell?

Maybe not, but I do. I regret many things. I regret getting being taken by Markos only to die; being put on the otherside; watching my friends die one by one. But I don't regret them going before me and live, or me not going through Bonnie at all because I knew she would die if I did.

My friends are safe. Well, most of them, since Damon and Bonnie are tagging along to wherever the hell we're going. Wind blew in our faces, hitting us roughly, but I didn't care. All I cared for was how everyone was so torn up, including Elena who was balling her eyes out on Ric's shoulder. Damon heard her, but chose to ignore since he'll immediately find a way to come back; to hold her, to kiss her.

Trust me, I would do the same thing if it meant I was alive. However, I thought I would go back to college, study biology or physics and separate myself from everything, despite I'm apart of it now.

I screamed and cried every time one of them died. It hurt, especially when I couldn't do anything, but stand where they died and scream like a banshee would.

I don't think I have to deal with that anymore, which is a plus. The otherside is crumbling down, hard, which caused Damon to drag me beside Bonnie. Even if dead, Damon still treats me like his little sister.

I glance at Bonnie and she looks at me, before grabbing my hand and giving it a light squeeze.

"This place is going down, isn't it?" Damon asked, as I away from our group of friends. They couldn't see me or Damon, but they saw Bonnie and that's all we needed at the moment. Jeremy came screaming her name which caused the big circle.

"It is." Bonnie said, "And I'm sure there are millions of other people we'd rather be with right now." She sighed before grabbing Damon's hand and mine.

"Couple thousand at the most." He gave us a light smile and we smile back. I really needed to smile at something because I feel as though I'm got to have a panic attack. I glance back one last time and I forced myself to smile. I should be happy that most of my friends are alive. Hurt and emotional, but alive. Not sucked into oblivion or just dead forever.

Alive.

"Do you think it'll hurt?" I asked, looking ahead of us. I couldn't look back anymore. If I do, I'll cry. I can't cry.

"I don't kn-" Before Damon even got a chance to finish answering, a bright light engulfed us.

I better be going to heaven.