One Last Day (panic ff)
Title: One Last Day [starring Spencer and Ryan]
Author: Beacbutt (me)!
Genre: Fan Fiction i guess
Word Count: 800
Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story belong to me. none of this ever happened whatsoever!
A/Notes: Standalone fan fic thing I wrote one time. I wrote it a while ago and have made quite a few changes since the orignial thing, so it probably still isn't as good as it could be :P It makes no sense at all,, but please read and hit me up with a comment!
One Last Day
by Beachbutt
Why do people think that they are the reason they live? I'm not even sure if that phrase makes sense, but in my mind, I suppose it does.
See, I wasn't always like this. You made me this way. You changed me, shaped the way I think, see, and feel. If it wasn't for you, God only knows where I would be right now. You showed me a world of which I would have never seen if it weren't for you...
"Spencer?" I heard you say. I couldn't see your lips moving, for it was dark, but I imagined the way your delicate upper lip would part your lower one only just enough to let the two syllables out of your mouth and then they would be sealed together again.
"Yeah?" I replied.
"Suddenly… I don’t feel safe." I could feel your body starting to shake.
"Ryan, I--" I was worried now. You had some of those little stints, back then, when your anxiety got the best of you. Kind of made you seem...
"Spencer?!"
"I'm here, I'm right here." I took your hand with both of mine and held it close to my chest. "I'm right next to you." This was the first time I had actually held your hand. I always worried about that moment and played it out in my head, but when it came, it felt so right, so natural, automatic even.
You shuffled closer to me and put your other palm flat against me chest. Your face was close enough now to see your features: You tilted your head back and a little smile spread across your face, eyes closed.
"You're so warm."
"I am?" My skin felt cold at the time, apart from the small ellipse where your hand was currently resting on my chest and where your knee found my thigh. You were actually warm that night, though I didn't say it.
My left shoulder was getting numb from being pressed against the cold floor.
"Why do I never see these things coming?" I heard you mumble.
I hesitated a moment. In your current state, I assumed that it was a rhetorical question. Obviously, I assumed right for once.
"Don’t you think we should try and get out of here?" You asked, seriously expecting an answer this time.
I took a moment to reply. "Yeah, we will soon."
"But if we wait, wont it just-"
"shh shh shh." I cut you off. "Don’t worry about it, I'll look after you."
You were still for a second and absolutely silent, holding your breath. "Okay then."
Just as you inhaled I heard a loud thump against the metal door over the other side of the room, then another, this time louder, harder.
You started to panic. "Spenc--"
I put a finger to your soft pink lips, which were cold enough now to be an icy shade of purple or blue. You looked at me with the round, rock-pool eyes of yours as I pulled my finger away. I fell into the neat, round pool, getting wet and salty so I had to pull myself out. Or, more likely, you blinked me out, like a particle of dust which just happened to float towards you… like iron filings pulled towards a magnet.
Another loud thump broke my trail of thought. I tried to not look over to the door, because I knew that if I did, I might regret it. I kept my eyes on you - easy enough. I held your hands tightly in mine.
After a few long moments of silence I heard you sob. I then saw the silvery tears running down your cheeks.
“Ryan…”
“Don’t tell me it’s okay, Spencer, It isn’t okay!” You half whispered to me. “That thing is toying with us.” You sobbed again. I pulled you close and happened to muffle your sobs in my jacket.
Another loud smack against the thin metal sheets of what was the shed we were trapped in made you jump and press closer into my body.
With your bony chest against mine, your long arms folded awkwardly next to me. I wished that this didn’t have to happen for the first time under these circumstances, but being in the present, I couldn’t worry about the future, or the past for that matter.
I heard yet another loud bang from outside and you flinched.
I tried to keep calm. If I wasn’t completely relaxed you might have gotten worse and I was sure, at the time, that if that happened, we would die. Most likely slowly and painfully.
That’s the thing with Grayghuns, they won’t just kill you - They will rip you apart, slowly, piece by piece…
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