Do Not Forget ~ a Susan Pevensie story

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I decided to write a story about Susan Pevensie from The Chronicles of Narnia, and what she was dealing with on the inside and out after leaving Narnia for the last time. !!!!!!SPOILER ALERT!!!!!!! Do NOT read unless you've read The Last Battle! 。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。 It all started when Aslan made a door in the air that last day in Narnia. It was mine and Peter's last time in Narnia, although Aslan told Edmund and Lucy they would someday return. I was heartbroken to leave Narnia, so heartbroken that I tried to forget it, and it worked. I tried to live my life in the "here and now" instead of thinking of all those beautiful, painful memories of our beloved land and all our adventures there. Now that I'm an adult I try not to show any sign of the pain on the inside... I had got an invitation to a party and was in the middle of getting ready when I heard my siblings talking about Narnia. My youngest sister Lucy was older now, almost 17, and Edmund and Peter were now adults. I walked into the room over to my wardrobe and looked at them and smiled, "Fancy you are still talking about those games we played as children" I said looking at Peter specifically. "They are not games, Susan!" Peter said in his Adult-like voice and as if he were annoyed, but I could tell on the inside he was disappointed. "Mmhmm, and centaurs and dryads really are real" I joked swinging open the wardrobe door. "But Su, you are a queen! Once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen, remember?" Edmund reminded me for the millionth time. "I'm no queen, but I must dress like one tonight!" I said, pulling out two dresses from the wardrobe and showing them to Lucy, "Lu, which dress do you think I should wear?" "Ooh, that one!" she said, pointing to the dress in my right hand. "It sort of reminds me of the dress you wore at our coronation. Do you remember it? The long, silky, silver one?" I looked at her and smiled before heading towards the bathroom to change. I heard Lucy sigh in disappointment, they were trying to help me remember Narnia, but that just makes me feel sick to the stomach. I looked into the mirror and put lipstick on and fixed my hair, trying to look my best. Through the door I could hear them talking about me... "Oh Peter, what are we going to do! Susan doesn't remember anything about Narnia, not even being a queen!" Lucy said sadly. "Yes" said Edmund, "All she cares about is cute men and lipstick and invitations to parties, not one bit about Narnia" he said crossing his arms. Peter sighed, "She tries to act so grown-up in a way where she acts like a child, I'm afraid at this point there is nothing we can do to help her" After overhearing their conversation, I fell to the ground, laying curled up in the corner of the bathroom, weeping. I knew I needed help, but I didn't know what to do, and I felt like a helpless child. I felt so distant and like a traitor, not like the beautiful and strong queen I once was, and didn't know how to help myself. Finally, after a few minutes I stood up again and looked in the mirror, knowing I couldn't go to the party like this as I tried to wash off the tear stains. Peter was right, nobody could help me now... (a little less than a year later) I was sitting in my living room, writing a letter to a friend. Peter, Edmund, and Lucy were having a get together with Professor Digory Kirke, Polly Plummer, our cousin Eustace, and his friend Jill Pole. Why they got together they did not tell me, but I wouldn't have gone anyway. I'm sure, though, they got together for reasons that have to do with Narnia, which even The Professor and Miss Plummer still talk about. Suddenly I heard a violent knocking on the front door, "Just a minute!" I called, not moving from my chair, but the knocking grew louder. "Susan! Susan Pevensie!" the frantic voice of a man shouted, as if it was urgent. I looked up and ran to the door. "Good afternoon Mr. Reynolds!" I said looking at the man he was a friend of my father's. I noticed that the man's face looked panic-struck, "Is everything alright?" "No!" said the man "there was a tragic wreck at the train station, the train took too sharp of a turn and crashed into the station" he said with a pale face. "What!?" I replied in shock. Opening the door wider, I invited the man in, but he didn't move. "Susan, your entire family was on that train!" the man said frantically, looking at me in the eyes. "What! That can't possibly be! Where are they!?" I shouted in shock before tears could even form. "Susan, your parents and your siblings, they were all killed" The man said softly, choking down tears. My eyes opened wide as I thought about the news of this tragedy that Mr. Reynolds painfully brought, my eyes filled with tears as I stood silently for a minute. (Continued...)