What If Six Were The Bad Guys? [Discontinued]

SIX Weeks Later (Kitty's POV)

Six weeks ago, It happened. I was just casually scrolling through Instagram and my cousin, Anne Boleyn screams from Seymour's room. I ran upstairs shocked and saw Seymour's body. She was on the edge to death. Anne was crying, I was crying, Cath was crying. Seymour was dying...

Aragon got a call from the hospital, But she didn't tell us what it was. She said that Seymour was alive, But she was sad all the time.

Aragon wanted us to gather, And we were all excited to see if Seymour would come home. But what Aragon told us wasn't worth being heard.

Aragon: Okay, I'll come out straight with this, *Aragon took a deep breath*

Parr: Just say it, Aragon. *she put her hand on Aragon's hand*

Boleyn: Come on, Where is Seymour?

*The room was silent but everyone wanted to hear Aragon's response*

Aragon: She's...dead...

*everyone was silent*

Boleyn: So you...lied?

Aragon: She's been...dead...She died of a heart attack..

*Anna went to the bathroom to cry*

Cath: Aragon...You lied that Jane was alive?

Aragon: I'm sorry...I didn't want to hurt anyone.

Boleyn: *begins ugly crying*

Me: *eyes water up*

Parr: *blinks a bit and sobs on Aragon's shoulder.

Aragon: I'm sorry I lied... But Jane is gone.

Aragon's voice was shaky, And she usually handled things so well. But how could she handle Jane's death?

I sobbed like a baby. Seymour's dead.

I immediately went to Seymour's room and sobbed on her bed.

*5 hours later*

I didn't eat for the whole day, and I then found Seymour's diary.

I looked at her very last diary entry. I sobbed while reading.

Dear Diary,

Henry found somebody else to love. Oh diary, I filled these pages with nothing else but Henry. I'd die to see him love me again. He doesn't love me. He doesn't love me He doesn't love me He doesn't love me He doesn't love me He doesn't love me He doesn't love me He doesn't love me He doesn't love me He doesn't love me He doesn't love me He doesn't love me He doesn't love me He doesn't love me

-Jane Seymour

I was mad. Soon I was glowing. Literally. My eyes were glowing pink.

I calmed down and looked at a picture of Henry. I grabbed Seymour's pocket knife and stabbed the picture, slicing the neck part. The knife glowed and I dropped it, Surprised of what came out the knife.

Resurrected Jane Seymour: Hello, Kitty.