Oh, no.
"You can't be, you weren't under the snow for that long- Darcy!" I screeched and shook him when he started to go limp.
"Neala," he gasped. "Come closer."
I couldn't believe what was happening.
This was not how things were supposed to end, we were suppose to get out of here... together.
"I'm here, Darcy," I said and swallowed back a sob that wanted to escape.
Darcy's breathing slowed. "I can see the light," he whispered.
I blinked back tears. "Go to the light, Darcy."
Darcy gasped for breath, then all of sudden everything stopped.
His movement.
His breathing.
His everything.
Oh, no.
"Darcy?" I whispered.
Nothing.
Oh, my God.
"Please don't be dead," I said then released the sob that was dying to be let out.
I stared down at Darcy's face, and I couldn't believe what just happened.
He died in my arms.
What was I going to do?
I never even told him I was sorry for giving him the runs, or for all the other times I was a bitch to him, and now I would never get the chance.
I felt like dirt.
I began to cry, but Darcy's body suddenly twitched then he inhaled sharply, and loudly.
I blinked then widened my eyes in shock.
"Darcy?" I whispered.
Darcy blinked opened his big brown eyes.
He was alive!
"Am I in Heaven?" he asked.
He thought he was dead!
Darcy blinked his eyes a couple of times then he flicked his eyes to mine and he stared at me for a long moment before he sighed.
"Nope, not Heaven. This must be Hell if you're here," he said, his face was as serious as if he just told me someone had a heart attack.
I stared down at him then narrowed my eyes.
Ex-fucking-cuse me?
"What?" I asked, completely confused.
Darcy looked at me then burst out laughing.
Laughing!
I gasped and dropped him to the floor.
He grunted in pain, but continued to laugh.
That... that fucking bastard!
He played me.
"You joked about dying?" I screeched.
Who does that?
Darcy's only response was another fit of laughter.
"You evil prick!" I hollered and dove on him.
I grabbed handfuls of the snow from the pile to my right and tried to kill the bastard for real this time by pushing the snow into his mouth and nose. Darcy turned his head from left to right and grabbed at my hands to stop me.
He laughed the entire time.
I was so mad.
I pushed myself up off him and kicked him in the side.
"I knew you really cared about me!" Darcy shouted through his laughter then mimicked my voice. "Darcy, Darcy! Please don't be dead."
"I hate you!" I screamed then turned and stomped down the hallway.
I felt my eye twitch as I slammed Darcy's living room door and separated myself from him, but it was no good, I could still hear the dickhead laughing. I stormed over to the couch and sat down. I folded my arms across my chest and glared at the living room door.
Who pretends to die?
That was not funny.
"Darcy! Go into the light, Darcy," Darcy cried out in the hallway then burst into laughter again.
God.
I bloody hated him a full one hundred percent again.
"Nealaaaa?"
Fuck off.
"Come on, Neala," Darcy chuckled. "You have to talk to me at some point."
I bloody do not.
"Neala Girl," Darcy sang, his voice merry. "Oh, you decorated the room."
Yeah, I decorated the room.
While he was making the tunnel this morning I opened the box of tree decorations and hug them on the branches taking the bare look off the tree. When I was finished it looked like a nice tree. I even placed the Christmas light up characters around the room. The fecking things were battery operated which meant when they were all turned on they completely lit up the room, and we had been using candles since yesterday. Darcy was a moron for not thinking of them when the power went out.
I was pulled from my thoughts when Darcy called my name again. I growled and turned deeper into the couch, hugging myself with my arms to stop my body from shivering. My blanket was in the hallway still and it was wet from the snow that was thrown around when I tried to make Darcy eat it.
"Neala," Darcy sighed long and deep. "You're freezing, I can see you shaking. Will you just get up and come into my bedroom where you will be warm and comfortable."
Ha. Yeah fecking right.
That was the same tune Darcy had sung over and over since he faked his own death this morning. I wasn't having any of it. I would not speak to him or go into his bedroom no matter how dire things got for me. Darcy sighed from behind me then chuckled to himself.
"I'll bring Einstein in here unless you come into my room," Darcy threatened.
He wouldn't dare.
"I will bring her in here, Neala. Don't doubt me."