A little "fantasy book"

Just a short "ending"

Soo, I just wanted to write somethig, so I thought "Hey, I might as well just write something random to the one book I have that allows me to do that", so this is just something I wrote when I was bored, and wanted something nicer to do than sit by the TV (so I sat at the computer instead... genius! :P)

Aaanywaays, here we go 

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I ran, ran as fast as I could. Ran faster than i thought was possible. But I wasn't in this alone, no. By my side I had a boy, someone I had known for quite the while. And we both ran. But from what, you may ask? How come we ran for our lives, desperately trying to flee? Why were we chased by these demonic creatures? Actually, these questions answer themselves. Demonic creatures, beasts, followers of the dark, mabye even the devil himself? Who could possibly know? The only thing I knew, was that I shouldn't, ever, stop running.

I looked over to my side, to the boy running next to me. I looked at the frightened look on his face, or rather the "scared-to-death" look on his face. For all time I had known him, I had never seen him afraid. He always had a powerful smile. A smile that showed that he knew who he was, he knew his place. But that had all been wiped of his face in this moment. Now the only expression he showed, was fear. 

Suddenly he looked back at me, looking me straight in the eye. He got a bit surprised, but I can't blame him. It isn't really that normal to see a girl, running for her life, staring at you. 

Neither of us said anything. But we both knew. We both felt it. None of us could possibly keep running forever. At some point, we would have to stop. Or a wall would stop us. Anyways, we would have to face our deaths sooner or later. And that didn't feel wierd at all. Everyone dies at some point. It is all just a question of time. 

I had to try and tell him something, I had to speak once more, before it would be too late to speak at all. But I just couldn't seem to open my mouth. I just couldn't say a word. Not a sound, not even a tiny squeal.

But he spoke to me. And what he said made me feel hopeless. It made me rethink everything. It made me wonder who I am, and what I'm doing in this world. Why DO we exist? And all these questions. Why do I have to feel so curious, I'm about to die for gods sake!

But maby this is how it feels. For everyone.

I can't possibly know. I can't see what people think. I can't even bring myself to speak up. I am just a quiet, obidient citizen, who doesn't want to change anything. Someone who just accepts her faith.

But is it really so? Do I wan't to die feeling worthless?

No!

The only thing I can do still, is talk to the boy. I could try and make him comfortable. I could do this one good thing, one last time. At least, I could try.

"How long can you keep running?" I asked him.

"I don't know, but it really starts to hurt now" he answers. He sounds a bit surprised.

"I..."

"We're not coming out of this alive, you know."

"No... We don't really have the odds in our favour."

He grunted. "So, who are you anyways? I don't think we've met before."

"No, I don't remember seeing you around. Well I'm Chay, and you?"

"Thomas. Nice to meet you, even though it is'nt the ideal place"

He grinned. Trying to make it feel better, even though not even humor could change the fact that our death were coming closer for every second.

But promising myself to not be a sad, lifehating girl, I smiled back at him.

"Do you have any dreams?" I asked him.

"Yeah well, I've always wanted to really get a life. But who doesn't? I'd want to have a girlfriend, an apartment, a nice job..."

His smile dissapeared.

"I'd want to feel how it is like to be in love."

I got this horrible feeling. The feeling of seeing someones dreams be ripped away. I saw the hopeless look in his eyes. It felt like something gripped my heart.

"Yeah. That's a bummer..."

"But... I don't know. I probably wouldn't get the life I want anyways."

"Don't say so! Well, I don't exactly have the life I've imagined either, but I have a life. I don't have someone I really love, but that is'nt ideal for everyone."

He looked at me, again a bit surprised.

"I guess. But still. I have never experienced my first kiss. I have never hugged someone I love. I barely have someone I could say I love."

He suddenly slowed down, and I did as well.

"What are you doing? Thomas!"

When I yelled his name he turned to me.

"It is over anyways. I can't keep running. But will you face death With me Chay?"

I saw tears running down his cheeks. I looked at him for a moment. Then I sighed, took a step forward and kissed him.

And it felt amazing. We were denying the dark force following us. Instead we did something great, something that showed, We were not afraid. We showed love.

And I felt the dark creep up my skin, but I didn't care. I was here with Thomas, and it was great.

I don't know when, but I died. Both I and Thomas did. For a tenth of a second I could see us lying on the ground, holding hands. I saw us speak ut our last words to eachother. I could see us die. Then it all went black.

Nothing

Absolutely nothing but one thing.

I could hear our last words over and over again. And nothing else.

I don't know things such as time when I'm dead. I'll probably be here, hearing these words forever.

"Chay, you are the life I've been dreaming of. I love you Chay."

"And you're the one thing that made me whole. I love you too, Thomas."