Superhuman (Harry Styles)

•Expert-Gemma's Death•

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-Haileyxx



-Gemma-

The knife pierced my skin with an unforgivable coldness. It was so cold as it sunk into my flesh, causing a deep numb coldness to settle through my bones, making me so cold that I couldn't even shiver.

I knew in my heart what was happening and what was going to happen, but my brain was a little late catching up to what was going on. It hadn't really caught up to the fact that it was going to die yet.

The knife I had stopped from hitting Devon was a special knife, made specifically for killing angels, like myself. Like Devon. But I had saved her. She would never have to feel this pain, at least not right now.

I would die knowing I saved Devon's life, and to me that was a good way to go.

I couldn't focus on my surroundings, though I knew for sure there was screaming. Oh, so much screaming. It made my head spin in an unpleasant way, more than it already was. I realized with a numbness that the warmness that was spreading around my body was blood, my own blood.

That made me feel more cold than a blade ever would.

It was a shocking realization, knowing that I was going to die. For real this time. No catches, no gimmicks no nothing. I really was going to die, and there was no coming back from it. This was it. I was going to die, and I was going to die soon.

"G-Gem!" Harry dropped to his knees with a blond headed female beside him, who seemed to be covered in blood. Though I could still tell by the scent of her that it was Devon, but she wasn't covered in her own blood, it was someone else's.

Bloody tears streaked down my brothers face as he held my hand. I wanted to tell him no, to not cry and to not be sad because I was okay, I was going to be fine.

But if I had learned anything in this life, it was that my brother Harry was no fool.

And that he was strong, he would be okay after this. He had to be. He would be.

I wanted to open my mouth, I wanted to utter the touching words one is supposed to say when they pass on, the touching I love yous and the apologizes they could never say when the person wasn't dying.

But I didn't do any of that.

I just say there, and let my crying brother hold my body softly, ever so softly as if he was afraid he would teak me.

I was broken long ago brother, I just never told you.

The only reassurance I could give my little brother was the look in my eyes, the only way I could convey my love to him, and my regrets was in my eyes.

I just hopped that would be enough for him.

Chaos erupted around us as everything began to turn blurry from my vision. I could feel myself slipping away but I grabbed a hold of anything, anything that could give me a few more seconds with the only family I had.

"I-I'm sorry." I managed to choke out. Harry's face twisted into the saddest expression I had ever seen on his face in all the time I had ever been alive.

"Sorry? For what?" He laughed bitterly through his tears. Even then, in my death he tried to be strong. "You didn't do anything wrong, nothing Gemma." He squeezed my hands tightly, though I could barely feel it anymore. My body was numbing, and soon I wouldn't feel anything anymore.

"Gem, Gem please don't leave me." He pleaded with me as he watched the light leave my eyes. I couldn't open my mouth anymore, because I couldn't feel it. Everything was in my eyes.....my eyes conveyed everything I could never say....

I just hoped that would be enough for him.

I heard my baby brother plead with me to keep my eyes open, but I couldn't. I could feel the water's dark ugly hands on my ankles, pulling me under. I just couldn't hold myself above the water anymore.

My eyes closed and the darkness won, and even now in my death I can still hear Harry calling out for me.