First Keffy fic. I know chapters are short but i don't have a lot of time on my hands. Exams have been a bitch. Don't worry i will update all of my stories soon. I've had this one on my computer since september and thougth it might be time to share it with the world. Tell me what you think?
Katie POV
It was hard to open the door to my bedroom at first, carrying her in my arls like that. It wasn't that she was heavy or anything, in fact she was mere skin over bones these days. I guess the stress of it all had finally taken its toll on her frail body. I felt like a right cow when we got the news. She hadn't been trying to avoid us, she hadn't been doing any of it for attention and she certainly didn't have it all. In fact she probably had it worst out of all of us. I mentally kicked myself for trying to kick her when she was down, for being such an ignorant tit. I really had tunnel vision when it came to being fucking popular. I should've cared more, I realized. I should've looked at her and seen. But I didn't.
I laid her down gently on the bed and untangled her arms from my chest as I watched her curl back into a fetal position. Her eyes were open, it seemed she'd realized we were in the house but her icy blues were staring blankly at the wall. I wondered where she'd gone off to in her mind. I hoped it was a safe place and not filled with those shadows Freds had told me 'bout. Yeah we talked, we may have fucked lot but we talked. Mostly about her though. Should've guessed it right there and then huh?
I sighed heavily and turned towards my closet to pack some shit when I felt nature calling. I grumbled under my breath and took a sneak at her. She was still lying there, facing the wall, motionless. I didn't want to leave her alone, not that's he could actually go anywhere but still. My body however had other ideas and besides Katie Fitch does not pee in her pants or a bottle for that matter. I quickly glanced across the room but no, there was no bottle. I smacked myself for even considering the idea. I was just going to take a piss dammit. Nothing big about it. I tiptoed downstairs even though I knew there was nobody home. I sighed and closed the bathroom door.
When I was relieved of the tension in my lower regions I climbed up the stairs when suddenly I heard a bang. It startled me at first and I wondered what it was. When I felt the cool breeze raise goosebumps on my skin I realized what had happenend and raced up the stairs as fast as my legs could take me. I slammed the door open and came to an abrupt stop as I saw the now empty bed. I glanced around the room quickly and my eyes fell n the open window. My heart stopped for a minute and I felt an ache settle deep in my chest. It burned and my hand instinctively placed itself on top of my heart. There I stood frozen in my doorway with my eyes cast towards the ony item she had left behind on the bed. I didn't know what possessed me to go over there and take in my hands. With two outstretched arms I held the piece of clothing in front of me. Then I pressed it slowly to my chest, hugging it like it was my lifeline. I imagined it was he ri was hugging when the realization downed on me. No one had ever hugged her for the sake of hugging her and not in an attempt to kiss her or to hold her as she was scared. Not a possessive side hug with an arm wrapped around her shoulder either, just a hug for no intentions other than to give a hug. I sighed heavily and slumped towards the open window. I looked out but didn't see her on the street. She'd probably be a couple of blocks away by now. I realized I had probably scared her to death leaving her by herself but I was only gone five minutes to take a fucking piss! Maybe I should've warned her like I did back in the car. Yeah I should've warned her.
Another shot of pain surged through me and I felt the wetness on my cheeks. I was crying and I could feel the anger dissolve as worry and loneliness took it's place. I needed her here. I neede to see her, keep an eye on her as much for herself aas for my own. Everyone had someone at this moment to lean on but we were all we both had. I only had her and now she was gone. I listened to the painly cry in my heart and before I knew it I had opened my mouth and let out a heart wrenching scream.
"Effy!"
I poured everything I felt into her name. I didn't know if I was hoping she'd hear me in the distance or not. I just needed to scream her name.
"Effy.."
I whispered with the last bit of emotion I had and when nothing came or happened I clutched tighter to the memory of her in my bed as my hands had a vice grip on the article of clothing against my chest. I sniffled and turned back towards my closet. I pondered on how to open the damn thing without having to let go of the cloth in my arms. I must've stood there for a good couple of minutes looking like a right cow when I heard it.