when u rewrite hte drabble from like three months ago
Always the worst of the nightmares was how vividly Ramona could recall every little detail.
What she remembered the most was the heat, and it was all she could feel the minute she opened her eyes. She frantically kicked off her blankets but she couldn't escape it no matter what, the feeling that traveled all throughout her body. All she could do as she sat up was let out a strangled gasp, and suddenly she couldn't breathe, whether from the panic or the contents of the dream she could never be sure. Fire danced in front of her eyes whenever she closed them, and even when they were open she could see nothing but faint flickering flames drifting in and out of view. As much as she tried to convince herself that they weren't real, they were just her imagination, she couldn't do it, all she knew was that she had to get out of her room. Stumbling slightly as she made her way through the dark, she reached the door and pushed it open as soon as she was able to, practically falling into the empty hallway as she tried to catch her breath.
She needed Skye. He had always been there, always promised her that he would be. It was these moments that he had helped her with, it was these moments that he had been able to comfort her in, and she didn't think anyone else, not even Shuichi, would be able to do the same. Shakily, she got to her feet, regretting not having even thought to bring her helmet as she nearly tripped the second she stood up. Why hadn't she worn it to sleep? She briefly remembered throwing it to the ground before collapsing in bed, but why? She couldn't remember. She couldn't think straight at all. Oh, but Skye would help her, he always did. She moved as quickly as she could while also cautious to not fall, and eventually she reached his room. Standing outside the door, she paused, knowing that she was forgetting something important, but not quite sure what it was. She couldn't be bothered to, not now, but it seemed like it was urgent. Shaking her head, she knocked on the door lightly. There was no way Skye was asleep, he would hear it.
But there was no answer.
There was not a sound to be heard on the other side, not a single hint that movement was being made in the room, and of course it worried Ramona a bit so she knocked again. A bit louder this time, but nothing too loud for fear of waking up anyone in the surrounding rooms. Still nothing. Now she was definitely panicking again, since in light of their situation and especially after the dream she’d had, who knew what could be happening to Skye at the moment? She raised her hand to knock one more time.
And then, in a brief moment of clarity, it fell to her side in defeat.
Oh.
Oh.
"Skye...?" She asked, her voice breaking through the silence of the hall. There was no response, just as she'd expected, but still she spoke again. "Skye? Please, open the door...you can't be gone...you promised, right?" Wasn't that right? He wouldn't have broken his promise. "You promised me that you wouldn't leave, Skye, you promised!" She fell to her knees, unable to stand anymore. She couldn't even bring herself to look at the door. "I need you, please, I need you! You told me you'd never leave, remember? You told me you would be my friend forever, you promised, you promised!" Her voice broke, and she wiped at the tears that were beginning to stream down her face. "You a-aren't...you can't be..." But even as she lost her ability to speak at all, as her despair consumed her and she was able only to cry, there was still no response. He was gone.
It was becoming difficult to breathe again, and tears falling before she could stop them and hitting the floor beneath her silently. He was dead. He was gone. He was never coming back. The first person she had ever trusted, the first person she had let herself care about. He was more than a friend to her, he was her family, he meant more to her than almost anyone else, and he was gone. She had warned him it would happen, she warned him that everyone she cared about died, but he told her he wouldn't, he promised her he wouldn't. He lied, he lied, they all lied, and now he was gone forever.
And outside the door she sat, crying until she was sure she had no more tears left. She would rather it had been her, it should have been her. In a second she would sacrifice herself to be sure that Skye at least had gotten another chance, but there were no second chances in the cruel world they lived in, and so her sobs continued to echo endlessly throughout the darkened halls. Would someone wake up soon? Would someone try to help her? No, there were far more important things for people to worry about. Nobody would pity her, nobody would be able to help. They all thought Skye was a killer, they're all the reason he died, and Ramona wouldn't let herself be helped by any of them. So she sobbed, and she screamed, and still she wished for the door to open, even though she knew it never would again.
At least even in death, Skye could make Ramona stop crying about her dreams, even if what he left in his wake to replace those tears with was no better.
