Blood engulfed her ankles; a sticky, crimson mass slowing her strides. "Effy? Effy! EFFY!" Heart racing, she ran. It was the kind of run that made her want to throw up all over this damned tiled floor, or simply give up. What was the point? Still, her feet kept moving- one in front of the other. He's the point. The way his screams echoed through the halls evoked violent shivers. It felt like she could never be warm again, not until his arms were around her.
Opening her mouth, Effy tried to scream his name and…Nothing. She couldn't even conjure up a fraction of those two syllables. It's like she had been completely abandoned by the one she needed most- like he was dead or had never existed. I need you, Freddie. Please. Her heart almost froze as she reviewed the scene from her mind's eye. Was Freddie real? Like sand, the memory was beginning to slip through the fragile cracks in her fingers…"Effy!"
The way her name was screamed was like a steel blade tearing through her chest. She knew she had to get there, even though the reason was growing cloudy. He's real he's real he's real he's real. Brown eyes, looking at you, shooting you through the heart. He tells you he loves you but you can't…You can't…You're trapped. The claws, they're tearing through and maybe it's too late…No, no! You can make it! It's not real it's not real it's not real. He's real he's real he's real.
"FREDDIE! FREDDIE! I can't…I-"