Opening my eyes, I found myself staring at my father and mother, who was holding the baby she had never been given the chance to fully love. "Mom? Dad?" I asked. My voice sounded so far away.
My father just shook his head; my mother glared at me with distaste, "You did this!" She yelled at me.
"What?" I shook my head, confused. What did she mean? What had I done?
Glancing around, I couldn't see anything; everything was dark, and my parents were bathed in a brilliant white light to illuminate them. "You did this!" my mother repeated. Slowly, silhouette appeared against the darkness before being illuminated. They were everyone of my friends. Sky, David, Sora, Lucy, Collette, Io, Seth, Kasumi, Tamotsu, Dani, Gray, Kovu, Ace, Amy, Koy, Moon, Abby, Alissa, and all the new people I had just me appeared.
They were all ghosts. They were dead? Kara's figure appeared in front of me. "You are why she is dead. You did this!" my mother yelled at me.
"I'm sorry!" I sobbed. "I wasn't there!"
I fell to my knees and cried. All my friends were dead, and it was all my fault. I sensed someone in front of me; looking up, I saw Asuka. No, I had killed her too. Tears streamed down my face. How could I have let this happen? How could I have done this.
Then, Zero's form appeared. No, he couldn't be dead too. I pushed everyone away. They were all gone. But, I refused to let them go. I reached out for Zero, but my hand went through his hand and I fell into his very spirit.
I felt as though I was drowning as the brightness engulfed me. I could just barely hear someone calling my name. Telling me to do something. I vaguely felt something on my lips and a liquid fell down my throat. Who was there? No one could be. They were all gone. All gone.
I withdrew into myself, pushing away the pain as best I could, but it threatened to overtake me. I found the farthest corner of my mind where I couldn't hear anyone or anything. I curled up into a ball and sat there staring at nothing in particular thinking of nothing. All I could feel was the pain begging to be let in, and the thoughts of how I had killed my friends.
Continue?
This is the poison messing with her head, if you couldn't tell.
