ONE OF US IS BURNING (ONE OF US IS LYING FANFIC)

Chapter 51: Bronwyn

iIlusions were supposed to trick you.

But,

what if they weren't?

What if illusions were trying to tell you the truth?

People like me can just be as easily fooled by lies just as a magician to little kids.

It was only a matter of time.

You see,

I'm talking about Maeve.

Maeve was going to die.

It was just a matter of when.

The cancer would've killed her.

But what killed her?

A bullet.

A single bullet.

That someone shot at her.

A bullet can be the size of your finger.

Yet cancer can be the size of your entire body.

Ironic,

isn't it?

My only hope now was to go to the people I had to.

My family.

So I did.

I drove to them.

My father heard the shot,

but he thought it was from someone else.

My mother was in complete shock.

She didn't say a word to me,

she just left.

My father cried and screamed.

I tried to comfort him,

but I failed.

He ran out on me too.

So,

that led me to now.

To being in this big empty house by myself.

Exploring the memories I once lived.

I walked across the beautiful, 

fancy,

hallways.

And I found myself in a room all but too familiar.

I walked over to the large object in front of me.

The piano.

And I sat down.

And before I knew it,

I was caught up in the music.

Just as I'd been years ago.

The memories only flooded back stronger and stronger,

like rain.

I sighed as I continued to play the piano.

I got lost in that music for what felt like forever.

It gave me a wave of relief,

of remedy.

"Bronwyn." A voice said.

I looked over to my left where the sound came from,

and the music of the piano continued to play,

even though I wasn't playing it.

I stood up.

Then she walked over to me.

I smiled.

"Maeve." I answered,

and tried to hug her.

She put her hand in front of her,

signaling for me to back away.

"Don't, Bronwyn." She says.

"But why?" I ask in response.

"Because I'm already dead."

Her image got blurrier and blurrier.

Tears formed in my eyes,

igniting a storm.

She sat down on the couch,

and brushed her fingers on the family pictures.

She doesn't look at me.

For some reason,

I wasn't scared.

I wasn't angry.

I wasn't sad.

I had skipped all other 6 stages,

and made it to the last one.

I accepted.

She was the same dead as alive,

bright.

"There's something you need to know, Bronwyn." Maeve says.

I itch my arm nervously.

My mind was in a whirl.

I sighed.

"Okay, what is it?" I ask, sitting down on the edge of the couch.

She takes a couple deep breaths before speaking again.

She,

as a ghost,

almost transparent,

pulls the bullet out of her body.

I looked at it in disgust.

She tried to hand it to me,

but I couldn't take it.

So she held it up.

She brushed off some kind of powder on it.

Then I saw it.

I gasped.

"HOLY SHIT, MAEVE! I KNOW WHO'S BEHIND ALL OF THIS!"