Cure Me (PewDieCry Fanfic 2)

Jäg Alskar Dig

I opened my eyes and realised with horror my shot missed. It didn't hit Cry's knife or arm as I wanted. I crawled over to Tayla. I didn't care where Cry was.

I had blown straight through her chest..

A huge part of it was missing.

I cried and cried. The horror of her like this was destroying me.

Her wide white eyes looked up at me as I cried.

"I missed you," she cried as she brought a hand up and brushed a tear of my cheek.

"I, I got the cure. I can save you," I said but we both knew that was a lie. As soon as she had the cure she would die from the injuries I just gave her.

"Thank you," she whispered adn the tears trickled down her cheeks.

"We, we can find a doctor," I cried but I knew it wasnt true. The last doctor we had was an incurable zombie.

"Cure me," she begged. I shook my head, I didn't want her to die. She couldnt die.

"I love you Tayla," I told her.

"I love you, you have to let me go," she begged.

I shook my head, I couldn't.

"I love you," she told me.

"I love you," i repeated. I couldn't lose her, I couldn't.

"Cure me," she begged. I shook my head again but pulled the needle out of my pocket. She held my hand around it.

"Cure me," she looked up at me with those white eyes and all I wanted was to see them blue again.

"Cure me," she whispered and lay back, waiting.

I sobbed as I prepared the needle and took her cold arm in my hand.

I slipped the needle in her arm and she shut he ryes. Her body going completely still. After a second I thought it wasn't working. Then her back arched and she took a deep breath through her nose but I knew the lungs would soon stop working.

She was choking on blood. She would die soon, from the injuries I caused.

Her wide blue eyes looked up at me as her body heaved. Blood flowed freely and everywhere

I shushed her and stroked her hair. She was crying too.

She couldn't tell me she loved me but I was whimpering Jäger älskar dig over and over and over. I kissed her forehead and her body finally gave up.

I kept her head in my lap for a long time.

I don't think there is anything worse than losing a child.

Let alone killing your own.