My Ending

"The fire spinned around the flames licking and purring at my blooded armour, my feet slid under the increasing pressure, my knees buckled and cracked under the soaring heat. His eyes stabbing deep into mine, the occurred sight breaking into my soul. Then all was cold, freezing compared to the inferno before, and his feet clattered before me. The charred and combusted remains of my companions and his monster pie fingers curled around my hair snapping through my shields as if they were twigs.

"Now holy one, you see the power you once coveted can so easily be taken, your only strength is that pathetic heart? I will rip it from your chest and then, this world will be mine."

My sword fell from my hand as he picked my up, the searing pain unfolding from my scalp. But I had enough, I had enough strength to send it all to my hand, the magic flowing from my body ripping my heart from each vein as it surged into a brilliant light, the curving rays channelling and swirling to form 'it' it's weight was nothing unusual, but the light shone greatly as if the heavens had channelled through my body, a peaceful light wafted through my bones as the life faded from my body, and once again a sword fell from my hands."

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My hands grasped the phone so firmly, my arms pressed against the small wooden desk almost lifting me from my seat.

I swiped to move to the next chapter, but then the phone was gone.

Instead of the ending to my favourite novel there was a face. A bully I suppose. I don't remember his name, maybe I was told once but I don't care.

"Give it back."

"Give what back, this is my phone."

My fists clenched as I stared into his eyes with hatred,

Why now!?!?!

Of all times why now?

"Wow you have such a scary look on your face,"

The corners of his mouth curved into the signature smile, his face distorting into a villainous smile.

"Follow me."

My brain was screaming at me to stop, but it was the same as always, I picked myself up and followed him, out of the classroom, into the hall, dozens of faces, all staring at me as I stuck my head down, the hollow footsteps, the vacant thoughts of rebellion drifted through my mind as always, but nothing changes, everyone just stands.

In the world there are maybe three people I've spoken to, my mom, the asshole in front of me, and her… so I don't expect any help. If I'm honest I wouldn't help, who would?

It still hurts, the gaze. Sometimes I think it hurts more, but then…

We walked outside into the cold, my eyes burning from the light, and we turn the corner

To my hell.

The first punch is the hardest, it knocked me onto the ground

Then a kick to my stomach, the blows were almost routine, my first few times I screamed, possibly even cried, but now it just bores me. I can recognize the patterns as my limp body is passed around, blood flying from my lips as their shoes dig and grind into my chest, I was too weak to stand.

"He's such a creep, he doesn't even move now."

"Maybe he'll get a gun and shoot us."

"Hahaha"

"Fucking weirdo loser, haha."

"We're doing a public service, I mean something like you can only turn out as a serial killer."

"You should be thanking us really."

My arms moved, the pain was immense, but I struggled upwards. Maybe it was my curiosity, the fact that I had read three hundred chapters of that book, and I needed to find out what happened. Maybe I just wanted to pretend I'm strong.

My feet followed sliding under my body, my frame was thin, I guess I don't eat much any more.

I pushed onto my feet the swaying motion making my head curl backwards and my hood curled open. The scruffy black hair falling over my pale blue eyes. I stared at the biggest one. I don't know any names. Just that he's the one that hits the hardest. I stretched out my arm to the boy. His snarling face furious at me.

"Are you done?"

I don't know what I expected, but his entire weight twisted around his hip slamming into my face, it felt like a car, no a truck slamming into my head.

He then got on top of me, his weight crushing me as he slammed his hand into my face, again, again and again.

I would've screamed, I would've cried, but there was no intermission, no pause. Only the devastating punch, over and over.

Finally, it stopped, or at least I couldn't feel it. I heard some frantic calls and shouts. Some arguing, some panic. I managed to open an eye, the pain from that action alone sent ripples of agony through my body.

Through the pain, and the muddle of voices I heard steps, a rhythm of clicks. And then through the hazed, and distorted vision I had left I saw her. The beautiful flowing hair, like sand through an hourglass, the shinned hair glistening in the daylight. Her perfect eyes shimmering like yellow gems as she looked down. I was crushed, my face was battered and destroyed, my eyes closed despite the pain. And then, all was black.

The novel described the hero's death as peaceful, but for me, all was just cold, my regrets and my anger swelled around me in the void.

There were so many questions i wanted to shout, so many things i wanted to know,

I'm not an idiot, I'm not a shut in, but for the last few years I've loved this book, but I'll never know the end.

It's not like that was my only desire in life, but… I would have liked to know.

"What an awful life."

I heard the same steps.

"Truly pitiful, hahah"

A glowing light filled the darkness i was sitting in

"A worm like you should die on the ground but that was slightly extreme. Oh well it was amusing. For that may I offer you a trade, one request for another, I will give you anything you desire if you do the same."

"Who are you?"

"Gah humans are all the same, you open up the door to an angel's knowledge and power and all they want to know is who you are, is that your request?"

"No. uuuh i want to know what happens at the end of a book."

"Seriously??? That's it? What a weird human. Oh well i can give you that knowledge,"

"Really??"

"But you need to be prepared to facilitate my request."

"Alright."

I didnt think about my answer,

Her dazzling light clouded my mind, the desire and curiosity leaking out of my body.

She let out a shallow chuckle and tapped my forehead curiosity pulled me along.

She stepped forward, extending a delicate finger and tapping my forehead, in an instant words and phrases flew into my head. The end was satisfying… releasing. My burdens fell away like chains

Maybe this was my only wish, my only goal.

"So… what is your request?"

"Well. I want you to save a world."

She looked down on me, her face smiling in a beautiful crescent, the bright purple eyes staring down at me, slightly squinted in pleasure as she looked at me,

What the hell?