It was like some horrible dream. I couldn’t make myself move, nor did I want to. All I wanted was rewind time and tell Yoongi earlier that I loved him. I would’ve sacraficed myself in order to protect him...But I didn’t. Now here I stood, on the edge of town, on halloween night, wishing everything happened again. I wished to be marked. I wished to be treatd horribly and I wished for Angelia to return.

The pounding in my head slowly vanished as I could still feel Yoongi’s fingers tracing my neck. I run my fingers down my neck and sighed. “Yoongi…” I mumbled lowering my head. I sink to the ground and just let the tears fall.

As crazy as I sounded, I wanted my life to be in danger. I wanted the voices again, taunting me. My body had gotten used to the horrid treatements that if felt like a drug. It overtook my body like a parasite and drug me into the darkest abyss.

“Please,” I cried, “make the voices return. I want the voices to return!!” I clutched my head and tried to focus my energy on the voices, but I didn’t get a response.

“You silly,” a voice said behind me. “You can’t force the demon’s voice in your head.” I turn to see a girl smiling at me. Her red curly hair was in her face as she waved. Her bright white eyes scanned me and then the area. She didn’t have wings like a fallen angel, or fangs like a vampire. I doubted that she was a demon, seeing how she didn’t have blood red eyes or didn’t have the demon mark. I sigh.

“I miss them.” I mumble without thinking. She nods.

“I get that.” she answers. “Avery.” I shake her hand and look at the shards of moonstone that yoongi had created. The last remains of his existance. “You love him.” Avery says catching me off guard.

I nod and look at her. Pain was tearing at my soul and it hurt to even think I had to go back to my normal life. The counsel would surly take away my memory of all that happened if I went and saw them, which I made it a goal that I wouldn’t.

Avery scanned my face before putting out a hand. I glance at it before taking it. What would happen? I was in love with a bloody demon, there was nothing else that could harm me. She led me to the house I stayed at with the seven creatures. The memories rang like large bells on christmas morning.

“They aren’t dead,” Avery says. I glance around at the destroyed architecture. It was like history had made it’s mark showing the world what happens when you let a demon influenze what you do.

“I don’t want to believe that they aren’t,” I state not turning to Avery. “After what I saw, I wouldn’t be surprised if they were.” My exterior had grown cold at the thought of the responsibility that I held with the death of my friends.

“But they aren’t!” Avery says shaking me. “They only created a barrier. To protect you.” I push her away as everything flashes red. I grab my head as the voices started up again. Except this time, they weren’t taunting. They were comforting and pleading. It hurt from what I was used to.

“Shut up!” I scream having my voice echo throughout the building. Avery backs up as I pace. “There’s only one thing to do.” I grab a piece of glass and hold it to the moon that was now setting. Avery shakes her head.

“Savanna, don’t.” She says slowly. I shake my head.

“Why!?” I scream, feeling the exhaustion of the previous events hit me. “There’s nothing left for me here! All my friends are dead! Yoongi gave up his life for me and now….” I look at the glass that shined brightly. Avery tried to step forward but I backed up when she tried to get close.

“Savanna-”

“Don’t.” I snap. “You have no idea how much pain is going through my body right now. You have no idea how much my heart is aching at the thought of never seeing the one person that showed me my true pontential.” She shook her head.

“But I do. I get that your body is overwhelmed by all these emotions and that these dark thoughts are running through your head, and that they seem so soothing, but they aren’t!” She explained trying to calm me down. “They aren’t going to help you.” I scoff. “They are going to only cause more sorrow than there already was.” I back up and shake my head, tears streaming down my face.

“No. Yoongi gave up his life for me…” I hold the mirror to my neck.

“And now...it’s my turn.”