This is the result of reading Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahnuik, listening to Panic! At the Disco and watching Clare be all paranoid.
Disclaimers aren't needed, this is fanfiction.~
The first thing Clare noticed was the blood, the bright red paint staining everything it touched a deep scarlet color. It was everywhere, the walls, the floor, Jake. The blood was all over Jake. It was seeping from the deep hole in his right temple, sending a flowing river of maroon across the blinding white tiles.
The contrast burned at Clare's eyes, the vision of horror in front of her made her gasp and shiver. Her feet moved without command across the room, the blood tainting the pure white fabric of her ballet flats. The faster she ran the further Jake seemed to be.
When did the room get so big?
By the time she reached the convulsing body of her boyfriend she was panting and wheezing, clutching at her side in desperate need of oxygen to soothe her burning lungs. She fell to her knees beside him as she grabbed at his shaking, shivering hands.
He was so cold.
Clare stripped off her jean jacket and pressed the rough material against Jake's wound as she fruitlessly tried to stop the endless blood flow.
Jake was growing stiff as a board, his pupils began to dilate and his eyelids began to droop.
He was dieing.
Clare finally registered that she was sobbing, her cheeks burning from the salty sting of her tears as they made their own little rivers down her porcelain face.
She felt like all the energy was being drained from her body, a sense of broken insanity began to settle over the crying girl.
Jake was dieing.
Jake was dead.
Clare was falling, her body sprawling out across Jake's chest. The blood was gagging her, she was choking as the sulfuric taste that traveled relentlessly down her throat. The metallic scent burned at her nostrils. She smelled the vomit before she realized that she was retching across the floor, the sickly green mush mixing with the puddle of blood surrounding them.
A note was scrawled across one of the white walls, a note in Jake's blood.
No matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step black when the pool of their blood edges up too close.
That was the last thing that Clare read before she passed out beside Jake's bloody corpse. The last thing she heard was maniacal laughter.