AUTHOR: Dark Will (firstname.lastname@example.org)
HOMEPAGE: d), so instead
I must worship the ground he walks on
MAIN CHARTER: Dawn
FEEDBACK: YES! NOW! Please tell me what you think of it!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: none.
- You failed. - The voice taunts me. - You failed me, you failed Xander you
failed Willow, you failed Tara, you failed Anya, you failed Giles. Hell,
you failed the whole world. -
"Shut up!" I scream. I force my body to stand up and barley manage to
stumble across my room, trying to get away from her.
- Look at you. Running away. What a coward you are. -
"Go away!" I shriek at it. Picking up a nearby glass object of some sort, I
throw it across the room. It shatters against the wall the way in want her
voice to shatter.
- How pathetic can you get? What a disappointment you are. Mom would be
"Leave me alone!" I bend down and try to beat Buffy's voice out of my head
by banging my temple against the edge my desk. But my attempts just make
her laugh harder.
- You won't get rid of me that easily, -Dawnie-. You. Are. Such. A.
Failure. That is all you are, that is all you ever were, and that is all
you ever will be. A failure. -
- And a coward. -
- And a killer. -
- It is a good thing mom was already dead. It would have torn her apart,
knowing her youngest daughter is the key to the destruction of the world. -
"NO!" I holler. "I'm not! Please, I'm not." I try to deny her words, but
they're true, and she knows it.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, again rocking back and forth. "I'm sorry. I'm
so sorry. please believe me. Please, just
The voice stops its taunting, for now. But she'll be back. She never won't
-not- be back until I'm burning in hell.
"I'm sorry you're gone." I say, to the others as much as to my dead sister.