MCSM oneshots (Discontinued)

Don't go

Then I finally saw him; got a good look at him. His ribs were protruding out of his shredded shirt, and he was half limp, barely hanging on with his arm wrapped around Petra. Multicolored bruises were flowing under his skin, a wipe gash going from his neck to the top of his face, the crimson colored blood slowly trickling out of it, and there was dried blood crusted around the festering wound. There was a poorly wrapped bandage around his ankle, the blood having soaked through the bandage. His right arm was in a sling wrapped around his body. The sheath strapped onto his back had a sword covered in dried blood in it. Just the thought of whose blood it was made goosebumps prick my skin.

"Jesse?! Please wake up!" Petra said, shaking Jesse in a way that you should never shake an unconscious person, and just those words "Please wake up" sounded awfully familiar.

Like in those cheesy romance movies, when said lover dies, and then one of the people is like, "Oh, please wake up! I'm totally going to ignore the fact that I know your dead!"

"Jesse!" Petra screeched, and I saw a tear roll down her cheek, dripping down onto the gravel. This is the first and only time I've seen her cry. I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "Prop him up against a tree." I instruct, and she does. I gently press my two fingers against his neck, and my heart drops when at first I feel nothing. Then, I could feel his pulse fluttering against my fingers, barely noticeable, he was fighting for his life. "Hey, Jesse?" I asked, quietly. No response. "Hey, I'm going to need you to wake up, just for a minute, alright?" I said, brushing his matted hair out of his face.

To my relief, his eyes fluttered open, and when he looked at me, his face contorted in pain. He let out a weak groan, a painful sound that made my heart hurt. "Just relax, okay?" I said, scooping him up in my arms. He was so light, like a very fragile puppy. A neglected puppy stuck in one of those shelters, who everyone forgot about and rarely fed. Petra's face was now stoic, clean of any emotions. Now we were back at beacon town, away from the terminal zone, the front gates all worn down.

~~Timeskip brought to you by the magical power of romeo's farts-~~

"Please, don't go." I whispered, as if he could hear me. He couldn't. The room was dead quiet besides the occasional cough, or groan, or rise and fall of Jesse's chest. It was like the life and color was drained out of him, he was so pale, so unlike the Jesse I saw last week. Full of color, face lit up as soon as I knocked on his door, my book tucked under my arm. I stared at him for another moment, before quietly exiting the room, my footsteps resonating throughout the hallways. Where should I go?

Where can I go, when everything brings back painful memories?

I stare out the window, resting my chin on my hands. The people of beacontown were all chatting, some of them rebuilding, and my heart lurched when I saw one family. What looked like the husband and wife were both wrapped around each other, looks of misery on their face. The woman had a small child cradled in her ams, another child clutching her hand. Take this and multiply it by one, ten, a hundred, and you'd understand why I hate Romeo. I go outside, my leather jacket doing little to protect me from the violent wind, and I know exactly where I'm going. The order hall. A small smile forms on my face when I see the order hall all in one piece. Like a bunch of lights on a christmas tree. All unlit, except for this one light that was lit up. If you turned off the lights, in complete darkness, that one light alone could guide you. I shove open the heavy doors, the crash of the doors closing against the doorframe echoing throughout the vast hall. I walk along the side of the hallway, looking at each and every treasure. None of these would have been here without Jesse. My world basically revolves around him. If he dies, then who am I? A puppet on a lonely string?

~~time skip brought to you by leah's laziness and lack of ability to write about anything not bloody~~

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