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Vivian Chavez-Reyes
I knew I should've stayed back home, but it was too tempting. Even though I was dying, I never felt more alive. Fighting alongside my friends is something I've experienced a few times, but none compare to this battle. A fight for the universe. But why me? I'm just a kid. I'm 22, I live with my friends, I can barely drive and I'm supposed to be in college, not fighting for my life. I can strike down enemies like it's nothing, but ever since I was thirteen I thought this war was silly. I didn't understand why my parents would give up their only child to fight for them. The sent me to a fancy school of war that trained soldiers fit to lead a nation. On the outside, we seemed like perfect people with killer instincts, super reflexes, speed, and strength, when really, we're all just broken teenagers that can fight. I guess I can thank my parents for why I'm battling in a flower field for the fate of existence. I know that if we lose, everything loses. We'll all be destroyed. The thought is pounding in my mind right now, but instead of dismissing it, I let it fuel me.
I carelessly shot a bullet through the mob of enemies, and I heard a scream of pain, so I knew I hit my someone. Then the unexpected happened. I heard my name. I pushed through the crowd and my heart stopped. Laying on the ground dripping blood is my best friend. I clutched his wrist and felt for a pulse. A soft thump-thump against his skin. He's alive, but barely. I pulled him over to the edge of the field and propped him up on a rock with blood drenching his dark green uniform.
"We need to get you help!" I sobbed looking around wildly for a medic. This was not supposed to happen, never, in a million years. He's supposed to be miles away with a team rescuing war prisoners. Thoughts rush through my head and I get distracted.
"Hey- ouch- look at me. You need to- you need to finish this for me. Win the- win the war." His calm yet raspy voice snaps me out of my panicked daze. I began to fumble with the bandages in my medkit, but he pushed my hands off of him. "I'm beyond fixing," he gasped, "Win the war, and tell my sister- tell my sister goodbye for me." He began to choke, coughing wetly.
"No! You need to tell her yourself. Come on. We- you can still make it." With a heaving pull, I lifted him up. He groaned and I stopped.
"Just- tell her what happened. It wasn't- wasn't your fault. I was- I needed to- to find you- give you this." He pulled a small roll of paper from his sleeve. His breathing was coming faster and his voice was weaker. A bomb whizzed over our heads and tears washed down my face creating streaks in the thick layer of dust coating it. "The- the prophecy. It required someone to die, re- remember? I knew- I always knew it was going to me. It was fate. I need to do this." He coughed again, this time spitting up a little blood.
"No- no, I can't let you. I'm going to keep you alive!" I said that, but I was starting to lose hope. He cupped his hand around my cheek as his eyes became glassy and wet with tears. The purple evening sky reflected in them perfectly.
"I loved you. More than- more than a friend. It'll be ok, I'll see you again. In another life." He smiled and the light finally left his eyes. His hand thudded to the ground. He was dead.
I screamed and held him close to me hoping I would wake up from this nightmare. After sobbing over his bloody chest until my voice left me, I opened my hand and unrolled the note. 'Package compromised, worlds collapsing, deliver to captain Jenny' it read. I had to go deliver the note, but I couldn't just leave him here, so I picked up his lifeless body and brought him into the forest. I lay him down gently, closed his eyes, and folded his scarred hands over his chest, covering the wound I'd caused. I'd killed him. My best friend. He'd confessed his love to me and I would never get to be with him because of what I did so carelessly. He's gone. The least I can do is tell them and deliver this note. After one last sad look at his body, I ran out of the woods, following the trail of bright yellow flowers soaked red with my lover's blood.
I carelessly shot a bullet through the mob of enemies, and I heard a scream of pain, so I knew I hit my someone. Then the unexpected happened. I heard my name. I pushed through the crowd and my heart stopped. Laying on the ground dripping blood is my best friend. I clutched his wrist and felt for a pulse. A soft thump-thump against his skin. He's alive, but barely. I pulled him over to the edge of the field and propped him up on a rock with blood drenching his dark green uniform.
"We need to get you help!" I sobbed looking around wildly for a medic. This was not supposed to happen, never, in a million years. He's supposed to be miles away with a team rescuing war prisoners. Thoughts rush through my head and I get distracted.
"Hey- ouch- look at me. You need to- you need to finish this for me. Win the- win the war." His calm yet raspy voice snaps me out of my panicked daze. I began to fumble with the bandages in my medkit, but he pushed my hands off of him. "I'm beyond fixing," he gasped, "Win the war, and tell my sister- tell my sister goodbye for me." He began to choke, coughing wetly.
"No! You need to tell her yourself. Come on. We- you can still make it." With a heaving pull, I lifted him up. He groaned and I stopped.
"Just- tell her what happened. It wasn't- wasn't your fault. I was- I needed to- to find you- give you this." He pulled a small roll of paper from his sleeve. His breathing was coming faster and his voice was weaker. A bomb whizzed over our heads and tears washed down my face creating streaks in the thick layer of dust coating it. "The- the prophecy. It required someone to die, re- remember? I knew- I always knew it was going to me. It was fate. I need to do this." He coughed again, this time spitting up a little blood.
"No- no, I can't let you. I'm going to keep you alive!" I said that, but I was starting to lose hope. He cupped his hand around my cheek as his eyes became glassy and wet with tears. The purple evening sky reflected in them perfectly.
"I loved you. More than- more than a friend. It'll be ok, I'll see you again. In another life." He smiled and the light finally left his eyes. His hand thudded to the ground. He was dead.
I screamed and held him close to me hoping I would wake up from this nightmare. After sobbing over his bloody chest until my voice left me, I opened my hand and unrolled the note. 'Package compromised, worlds collapsing, deliver to captain Jenny' it read. I had to go deliver the note, but I couldn't just leave him here, so I picked up his lifeless body and brought him into the forest. I lay him down gently, closed his eyes, and folded his scarred hands over his chest, covering the wound I'd caused. I'd killed him. My best friend. He'd confessed his love to me and I would never get to be with him because of what I did so carelessly. He's gone. The least I can do is tell them and deliver this note. After one last sad look at his body, I ran out of the woods, following the trail of bright yellow flowers soaked red with my lover's blood.