Drabble Prompt: Under

[garnigal]

There had never been a choice.

At least, she hadn’t been offered one.

She fell asleep a bubbly cheerleader, only worrying about having the right clothes and the right friends and the right boys to stay popular.

She woke up the Chosen One.

So somewhere, someone had a choice. Someone had evaluated the possible candidates and picked her out of the line up. Someone had decided that she was the one with the strength, the power, the skill and the short life-span.

It had never been her choice.

But death was.

And now there was nothing under her but air.

Comments

[ares132006.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes.

Death is her gift. Loved the last line.

[garnigal.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked the last line. I was trying to figure out how to finish with the "Death was." line, and still include the prompt. :)

[desdemonaspace]

Buffy was certainly Christlike, sacrificing herself like that. You remind us that she was just a teenage girl.

Very well done, G.

[garnigal.livejournal.com]

Thanks eza. And like any teenage girl in my experience, somewhat whiny. :)

[jerusha]

Beautiful and bittersweet.

[garnigal.livejournal.com]

thanks so much.