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Ghostly Goodbyes (Dakota/ Fiona)
Dakota frowned as Josh disappeared in front of him. In Joshes place stood Fiona, blood all over her, her hair all fuzzeled but still as beautiful as ever.
"Fiona?" he didnt understand she was dead, but according to Josh so was he. He tried to piece things together but no matter how hard he tried, he couldnt remember how he died.
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I am awake.
Dakota opened his eyes. Everything was groggy, confusing. He didn't remember anything. He couldn't even grasp who he was or where he was. He stood up and looked around. He was in the woods, but why? He started to walk toward the clearing but stopped as he felt something dripping down his face.He raised his hand to wipe it off. It felt thick and sticky. Removing his hand he saw that it was blood. A lot of blood.
"What in the hell?" he yelled. He started to run, run out of the woods. He didn't stop until he reached the end of the woods. He stopped just in time to see that murderhouse. A faint memory came flowing back. Something about a dog and Serenity. He ignored the thought and started to walk. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew he was headed in the right direction home.
Chasing girls
Dakota stopped as everyone looked at Serenity screaming by the front door. She was yelling for Tyler. Dakota smiled. He knew it. He knew that punk wowuld screw up Since Fiona died, his mind had gone south. He had no better things to think about than bringing down punk ass people like Tyler. Tyler was the spitting image of Marcus at that age. He snuck out the side door and watched from the porch ready to follow the couple where ever they went.
Dancing With Strangers Dakota/Josie
Josie wandered aimlessly around the party, trying to pic up plates and get them to the trash can. She hadn't found anyone she knew yet so she had nothing else better to do. There were people dancing and drinking all over this creepy ass house and she was worried to death someone was going to die. And she didn't need another dead ghost wandering the halls. She wasn't sure how many where there but she was sure it was more than she cared to know.
She let out a yelp of an apology when she ran into someone, dodging with the plates and letting them fall to the floor instead of on their clothes, "I'm so so fucking sorry."
Brand new day (Serenity/ Dakota)
Dakota walked into the diner feeling much better, he had shaved for the first time in a long time.Each day he woke up feeling a little less sad. Sure it still hurt, but she wasn't his wife. If he remembered that- he was okay
He walked in to see bubbbly little serenity sitting at the cash register.
"Hey Ser." he said, she looked surprised to see him. Dakota went up to her and for no reason gave her a big long hug.
"Thanks for yelling at me, I needed it to get out of my funk." Him and Serenity were by no means close, but he had to admit she knew when to take charge and was massively winy like a girl. In fact he expected her to start naming off a to do list any second..
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Deadly Certain I am dead. (Serenity/ Dakota)
Dakota sat in his PJ, house a mess, hair a mess, he hadn't worked, showered or done anything but sleep and cry for days. He felt so responsible for Fiona's death. Marcus was right, if Fiona hadn't been there to see him, she would have never been in that ally. He rolled over and turned on the T.V to some sappy reality show and closed his eyes. He didn't want to face his reality. He opened his eyes when he heard a sharp knock at the door.
"Go the hell away!" he yelled and turned the T.V up louder.
Unreal
I havent left the house. Since the police questioned me over and over again, i came home and did nothing. I can't eat or move. I just sleep. My heart is broken in a million pieces. i don't even want to talk or write or think...must sleep
Dead in his arms - Dakota
Dakota whistled that morning on his way to work. He was in a good mood. The weather was nice, he heard Josh say something about moving out.He was gonna have the trailer to himself. He had a feeling Serenity would never tell Marcus and work was going good. Things were looking up. It was almost opening time- and he was on his way to the back entrance so he could do the morning prep. He always got there before the waitress so he could make the food and have a long smoke break. The ally way was dark, but the sunlight streamed in a bit and bounced off the bricks. He detected an odd smell as he reached the door- nothing out of the ordinary for a old alley but continued to pull the keys from his back pocket to unlock the door. He put the key in the lock and noticed a flash of red out of the corner of his eye. He looked briefly- but took a double take when he realized what it was he was seeing. Turning to his left, he felt his entire heart stop. His stomach dropped into the pit of his body and he could feel the rush of blood move in his ears. He refused to breath, refused to believe his eyes.
It was Fiona. She was laying lifeless along the ally floor. Dropping everything in his hands, he ran up to her and felt for a pulse. Her body was cold. Her skin was clammy. Her lips and face were blue.
"Oh God.... No!!!!" He yelled. "No, no no, no, no!" He forgot everything about what he was suppose to do in this situation and grabbed her lifeless body in his arms.
"Please wake up. I need you Fiona." Now this grown man had not cried in almost 18 years, since the day his son was born. Now he let the tears stream down his face filling a river bed he wanted to drown himself in. A thousand things ran through his head. What happened, who did this, why? Fiona was a good person. Sure at times she was selfish and manipulative, but that was no reason to murder a woman. He ran his hands through her red hair and closed his eyes. He prayed for the first time in his life. Let this be a dream. He begged. But nothing changed, he opened his eyes and she was still dead in his arms.
