Each tick of the clock seems to echo in your mind, and your eyes dart nervously around the motel room, settling on your cellphone.
Sam. His name enters your mind, and you can't help but pick up your phone and scroll through your contacts list, coming to rest on his name. Your thumb hovers over the 'call' button, and after quite a bit of hesitation, you press it.
Brrring, brrring. The phone rings in your ear, each chime feeling drawn out. Come on Sam, pick up the phone.
Your eyes glance over at the clock on the beside table. 11:56, it reads.
Click. "Hey Y/N, what's up?" Your breath hitches in your throat when you hear Sam's voice, and for a moment you remain silent.
"Hello?"
"H-Hey Sam," you say, your voice cracking slightly. 11:57.
"Y/N, is something wrong?" You hear the concern in his voice, and guilt pools inside of you.
"No, I-I'm fine. . ." You know that he doesn't believe you, but he accepts your lie with a small grunt.
"Hey, Sam?"
"Yeah Y/N?"
"Y-you know I love you, right? I-I love you a lot."
"Yeah, I know. I love you too Y/N/N. . . Are you sure you're okay? You don't sound very goo-"
"I'm fine!" You say, but it comes out a little more forceful than you intended for it to sound. "I-I'm fine," you say in a softer voice.
The sound of keys jingling is heard from the other end of the line, and you hear a car start up.
"Y/N I don't know what's going on, but I'm coming for you, okay? You'll be alright," Sam says.
"S-Sam, you should know. . . you know that va-vampire hunt we went on a year ago? You passed out, and I just t-told you that you just had some bad in-injuries?"
"Yeah? Y/N, wh-what are you talking about?"
You glance at the clock. 11:58. Hellhounds howl in the distance.
"You were hurt. . . r-really badly. As in, you- you died, Sam. And- I just couldn't l-live like that, so. . ." You can't continue.
Silence is heard from the other end, and you can tell that Sam understands now. When he speaks again, you can practically hear how hard it is for him to try and hold back his tears.
"Y-you're going to make it through this, Y/N. I'm gonna help you- you'll be f-fine." You shake your head, even though he can't see it. 11:59.
"Sammy, I-I love you so much. Just- promise me that you won't bring me back. I-I don't want you to take my place."
"I-I promise. I promise, Y/N." He's sobbing now, but it's mostly blocked out by the sound of the hellhounds scratching at your door.
"G-Goodbye, Sam."
"Goodbye Y/N. . . I love you," his voice cracks, and when you look at the clock, it says 12:00.
Beep. You reluctantly end the call, backing into the corner of the room. Tears that you've fought for so long start running down your cheeks at the same time as the hellhounds burst through your door.
Their shadowy forms fill you with fear, and you close your eyes.
One final growl is all you hear, before unbearable pain rips through your entire being, and your world goes black. . . forever.