The Games - A PP OUAT Fanfiction

Twenty-Eight.

~Five months later~

Do you remember any dreams you had from five months ago? If not, good for you. If so, then... uh....

Anyways, my most favorite part of the next five months of that year was definitely the strange and cryptic dreams I had. None of them made any sense and all of them ended the same. Seriously sharp pain in my gut and suddenly I was awake.

I tried to ignore it. The signs. The pieces of a puzzle that only ever seemed to get bigger. I knew I would have to put it together eventually, but I wanted to wait until I had all the pieces.

The seventh month. It was almost over. My birthday was, sadly, getting closer.

Last month we had celebrated Edith and Ellis's birthdays. We had a huge party, and a lot of food, and we played Truth or Dare all night long. My favorite dare of that night was to take off my shoes and socks and, since there was a fine layer of snow on the ground, make my name in the snow only using my feet. It had to be huge, of course, so it took a long time. I almost got frostbite; My feet were three inches from the fire for an hour and a half, but it was totally worth it. Then I got to ask Edith a Truth question. I asked her what the stupidest thing on Neverland she had ever done was.

I regret it now. I should have asked her to put her favorite people in an order one-though-five. That's what I was about to ask her.

When I asked, she just went all quiet. I immediately regretted it, but I couldn't take it back. She looked right at me and smiled a forced smile. "Doubt your pride," she said simply, and excused herself to her tent.

Edith died that night. No one knew until I found her, her wrists slit, in the training area.

At first, it didn't really click. I saw the blood staining the snow, the knife in her limp hand, and her dull, dead eyes, but I didn't realize until I touched her papery skin. It was colder than ice and it made me jump. "Edith?" I demanded, shaking her shoulder. "Edith?! Edith! Edith!" I began to scream her name and shake her frantically. I wanted all of this to be some kind of sick prank. I wanted this to be a trick. My brain just making me hallucinate.

This where things get blurry.

I began to sob as I pulled her cold body up and onto me, hugging her to my chest and screaming her name. My ears stopped picking up sound just as someone came running up to us and pulled me away from her. I don't really remember what happened. All I can remember was struggling and screaming and sobbing.

I remember Mikah pulling me into her chest, and how she was sobbing, too. I remember all I could do was sob and hold on to her with my bloody hands.

Ellis took it the hardest. He was beside her body, just staring. Then he left.

I miss her. I miss her so much - more than I thought I could bare.

We burned her body and burried the ashes in a small, heart-shaped jar in the tree line by the ocean. Then we put a rock over it so, hopefully, it wouldn't be disturbed by any animals.

I visited it more often than not. I talked to her as if she was still there.

The rock that was used as a gravestone had her name prettily carved into it. Jonathan did it; It was so beautiful....

Sometimes I could even imagine her voice inside my head, talking about what Heaven was like, replying to the questions I asked. It helped me deal with the pain to talk to her. To imagine her perky little laugh and the sparkle of her green eyes. That day I was just sitting next to her and staring out at the ocean, watching as the waves crept up the sand and then shrank back. I heard a branch break behind me, but I didn't react. I never did, since it was always curious animals.