Trigger warning: major character death. Unedited and poorly written. I will fix in the morning . I need sleep.
THERE WAS SOME TERRIBLE BEAUTY ANOINTING YONA'S HEAD LIKE A BRILLIANT HALO. The dancing wind in her hair, moonlight twinkling in her smile, tears of pure joy in her eyes. Euphoria looked good on her. As did death.
Somehow it had all happened so fast. Yet drawn out in painfully slow motion. The car erupted out of the night like a phantom. Striking Yona's petite body unforgivingly.
She was still laughing when her body took flight. Before teary eyed confusion and shock settled in. She'd landed at the foot of a cherry blossom tree. Which had no business bursting into full bloom mid- autumn.
The car crashed into another tree, all too close. Where Levi's cruel eyes shone triumphantly from Dean's body. Which had been ghastly thrown half way out of the car window. A river of blood pooling from his head.
"Don't Yona!" Every leaf that crunches under Gola's weight as she races to her sisters side is but an echo of her heart. Shattering again. Again. And again. "Please don't leave me!"
"Mama?" Yona croaked in between rugged breaths at her younger sister, outstretching a hand to desperately reach for her.
Gola intertwined their fingers, and pushed bloody curls of hair out of Yona's face. "I'm here, Yona!" She coaxed gently. "Your gonna be alright. Just hang on a little longer!"
"Someone get some help!" Nyx called out, kneeling on the other side of Yona. She couldn't decide what was more dreadful to see, Gola's grief stucken face or her fathers mangled body. "They are gonna be—ok. Yeah, ok." She sounded as though she were trying to convince herself more than Gola.
Whose eyes trailed slowly to her father whom she'd momentarily forgotten about. His eyes were still, glassy and lifeless. A permanent look of terror etched into his handsome futures. Gola shook her head violently, eyes clenched shut tightly.
This isn't a dream. You can't wake up. Levi's voice was like a knife in her mind. "I warned you to turn away little dove."
Plump beads of teardrops slid down her cheeks and her fist clenched. "And I warned you not to hurt my sister." She spoke low with enough venom to poison an empire. I am coming for you shadow demon and may all the godless souls of the sunless world know my name as I set them ablaze.
The echo of his cold chuckle bounced off her skull. "Very well then, come and get me."
The ambulance had arrived in the blink of an eye. Hauling both unresponsive Dean and Yona into the back of their wailing trucks. All around students lingered. Most typing away on their smart phones, spreading the news of the tragedy like wildfire onto any platform they could claw out sympathy. Others wept with their heads in hands, or bawled at the sky. Mourning the death of their queen.
Pitying stares were aimed carelessly in her direction. Along with whispers too much like prayers. But, "Yona isn't dead." Gola stated with a fire blazing in her voice to the growing murmuring crowd, wiping her tears fiercely as the paramedics closed the doors. I'll find her. Bring her home. And kill him.
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Empty hospitals at night we're just as haunting as hospitals. It was deadly silent, quiet, freezing and eerie beyond words.
The clock kept ticking. And toking. Somewhere someone was feverishly scribbling on a note pad. Nyx, anxiously tapped her foot while muttering to herself. Gola, did nothing. Nothing, save for starring blankly at the endless white walls all while her mind grew and twisted black.
