Sean was nowhere to be seen, I looked around quickly, and walked over to the girl, she looked strikingly familiar but I couldn't remember who she was. I tried to untie her, when her eyes went big, I looked behind me. Sean was smiling.

"Nice to see you again my dear."

I stepped back.

"Don't fucking call me that." I smiled.

"There are a million things I could do to you right now." He teased. "But I feel it's better if I drag this out real slow."

I laughed. "First you perv, that's what she said. Second, what makes you think I'm alone? Hell, I could have brought Dark, Mark, Emily, Anti."

"If you brought any of them, they would have tried to fight me by now."

Sean walked closer to me, faces inches apart.

"Honey, Anti doesn't have the balls to come here, you of all people know that."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Anti holding his knife. He put a finger up to his mouth and smiled.

"You don't know that, he's very brave you know."

Anti got closer.

"If you say so sweetheart." He turned around and bent anti's arm around his back.

"You are really going to have to try harder than that to surprise me."

Sean grabbed Anti's knife and threw it across the room. I ran from the wall and tried to grab it. I won't stand a chance if Sean has a knife too. I looked back, Anti was on the ground and Sean was running at me.

I grabbed the knife off the floor quick and ran for Anti. I tripped and hit my head on the floor. I looked down and saw a small pool of blood forming. I steadily got up. Sean grabbed my wrists and pulled me off the floor. I screamed and struggled against him.

"Get the fuck off me!" I screamed. Feeling my arms breaking from behind my back.

"I feel that you don't like me very much Y/N, why is that?" Sean whispered against my ear.

"Are you kidding me? You rape poor girls for amusement." I said, through gasps of air.

"Let's agree to disagree on this, shall we?"

Anti struggled to get up, but when he did, I kicked the knife I had to him.

"I really wish you hadn't done that. I really do." Sean sighed. He threw me to the floor. then grabbed my wrist and dragged me. I went limp. In my head, I started to have doubts. I didn't want things to end like this. But I suppose I didn't had a choice. I struggled and managed to stand. Sean didn't notice yet, I put my arm around his neck and pulled him the the ground.

"It's not great to underestimate people Sean, you of all people should know that." I mocked.

He struggled beneath me, I grabbed my knife and started to slow lift up.

"Do It. You don't think I've wanted this. Waited to it. Pleaded for it. I want to fucking die." Sean laughed.

I stopped. When I heard him say it. All I heard was Anti. I paused. I didn't move for what seemed like forever. I couldn't do it. To him. To Sean. As much as I loathed him, I couldn't do it. Sean grabbed my arm, twisted it. I screamed and I was on my back. Sean holding me down. I started to cry. I knew this was It. I couldn't even fucking hurt him. I wanted to. I wanted to so badly. But I just couldn't. All I saw was Anti when I looked at him. Always a smile towards me. Wanting to protect me so badly form something that crept in the dark. Although, as poetic as this all sounded, It never felt the same. It felt like.... It felt like something indescribable, a dark presence in my soul. Just waiting, waiting for the right moment to tear me apart for the inside. Threatening to destroy everything I ever loved. I didn't want to give in like this. But as I have said before, I didn't have a choice. But somehow this felt different. Dying here. With Anti. somehow felt...normal. I closed me eyes as I felt the knife plunge into my stomach. I was numb to what had happened. I felt every bone in my body leave. But when I opened my eyes. My stomach my have been torn, but my heart hurt more than anything else.

Sean was rolled to one side of me. A small pool of blood draining from his back. I looked to the other side of me, I saw Anti. laying on his back, breathing heavy. He looked at me. But he had a smile on his face.

"This hurts like a bitch." He laughed. But during, he coughed.

"Always with the jokes." I smiled. "At least you're not alone."

Anti gasped. "As tragic as It is, I'm glad that I'm with you."

I grabbed his hand. "It's going to be alright, you know that don't you?"

"If I'm with you, I know that It's always going to be ok." Anti smiled, a tear escaping his eye. "I just wish you were coming with me."

"What do you mean? Of course I am."

"I go back to hell when I die." I looked at his hand, It was turning to a dusty powder.

"Where will I go?" I asked.

"Doesn't matter, you'll be happy. I promise you that."

"I won't without you." I promised.

"I'm sorry that I never took you to the moon."

I smiled. He started fading away.

"We'll always be in each others dreams right?" I asked.

Anti's eyes went glossy. He closed them and a tear fell out.

"I may have never said it, but I love you."

A tear escaped my eye. But I didn't bother wiping it away. I dragged myself closer to him. Lips barely touched. But it felt better than anything else.

"I love you too."

I closed my eyes and the world went fuzzy.

When I said I wanted to go to the moon, my real wish was to him to say he loved me.

I did go to the moon