"No." Her voice spoke in a low tone at first. "No!" A scream erupting her vocal cords as she watched the body hit the ground in ache and tremble. Death was creeping upon and she couldn't bear it.
"What did you do?" Another asked in desperation as she began running toward the suffering body.
"What did you do? What did you do?" She screamed as she pushed past the person responsible.
"I don't know, I didn't know that's what–"
"Don't fucking move! Stop her!" The man who started all of this screamed. He raced after her, not wanting the battle to end. The others were grabbed and immediately thrown into another unwanted fight. They wanted to mourn their friend.
She collapsed on the ground next to the dying body, holding the head in fear. "What did you do? Why? Why? Why?" Before the words could choke out, she was grabbed and pulled away.
She screamed as she slid against the concrete. The sound of feet stomping toward her gave her enough time to turn and face the man in front of her. His eyes were red with rage. His face was purple with a vengeance. She was pale with terror. His hand gripped her throat tightly.
"Dad stop!" The girl who brought them there in the first place screamed. "You're going to kill her!"
"This is for what your parents did." He squeezed a little harder. She let him. She knew if that body was slowly fading, so would she. She was not going to live another day without that soul. "You're going to die."
"No! Fight back! What are you doing?" The dying body screamed. Tears slipped out of the corner of her eyes simultaneously as the air slipped from her lungs. "What are you doing, you coward? Fight back! You don't get to die before me!"
She choked as she looked over at the wounded. Her eyes were becoming heavy but she could see the anguish and anger she was causing by not fighting back. After all the island put her through, she was ready to quit. She was ready to let her life end and rejoice with her dying friend. But before she could relax, the desperate and angry voice would yell again.
"Get up! Fight back! Fight back! Fight back! Don't do this! Fight back!" She opened her eyes and stared. The others were trying to fight off their enemies to save her, but his fingers were closing tighter and tighter. "Stop it! Fight back! You're a coward! A coward! Get up! Fight right now!"
This was serious now. The island was supposed to be a way for them to celebrate their graduation. For them to have one last summer together before slipping off to have their own lives. But instead, there's death. There's anger and revenge. None of them were going to make it.
"Come on! Fight back! Fight back! Fight back! You're a coward! Don't leave! You're being selfish!" She turned back to the man on top of her, slowly squeezing the life out of her.
She knew what she wanted. She knew she wanted out. She had a choice. Save herself, or die with the soul. She sobbed because she knew what she had to do. With the chanting words ringing in her ears, the lack of oxygen to her brain, and the grief she was feeling, she shut her eyes.
"No! Fight back! Fight him! You are a coward! How could you do this?" The voice screamed. It was so much better for her to relax. She wanted to stay this way and never wake up again. She didn't want to live without the dying person.
She opened her eyes again and the man above her looked angry. His eyebrows pulled together in confusion as he looked at her orange-glowing eyes. She gripped his hands and knew what she had to do.
"What are you doing? No, you're supposed to die." He spoke with a low grunt. She squeezed her hands tighter and looked up at him.
"Yes! Fight back!"
His arm began to burn. She was burning him. She screamed as her energy became too much for her to handle. It had to release from her body. He screamed in agony as the light between them became brighter and burnt more and more. Until there was a strong force. Everyone was blown back, stopping every battle.
She lay there beginning to sob because she did save herself. "No." She turned to look at the body that was beginning to be pulled toward death. She forced herself up as the wounded smiled at her. She ran toward the body and crashed to the ground.
Others gathered around to mourn. "Why do bad things happen to good people?" One asked.
"Because bad people don't think good people deserve good things. So they make it impossible for good people to have good things."
"How unfair."
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Our Last Summer
Adventure*If you are a returning reader, I would suggest re-reading it from the beginning. There are new chapters, character names, and characters that might be confusing!* Seven life-long friends want to take a vacation to the Bahamas after school ends. Af...
