He pulled out his wallet (Do elves even carry wallets? IDK) and grabbed out his picture of Sophie, the one with all the little love hearts drawn on it. "Please come back..." He mumbled before breaking into another fit of tears.
It's all my fault. I shouldn't have taken her out to a place as lonely and desolate as that. I should have saved her. I could have stopped them. Why do I always screw things up like this? Keefe thought to himself as he sat alone in his room.
I... I can't... I can't do this anymore! I lost her! The one person keeping me sane... Keeping me here...
Keefe could slowly feel himself slipping into blackness, the guilt and sadness and defeat taking him over, engulfing his very being. It started with just one little crack, but that crack set in motion something that was a long time coming.
His mind splintered into a million pieces, and things stopped making sense, as his mind broke. Within mere seconds, the madness was taking over him.
Fitz POV
I raced over to Keefe's house as soon as I heard the news, hoping against all hope that what my dad had heard wasn't true. Maybe if I got there, we could figure out what happened, and bring her back. Even if that didn't happen right away, Keefe would need some moral support.
I raced in the doors to his house, and hopped onto the vortinator, heading up to his room. The second it stopped, I sprinted off, trying to ignore the queasiness from the rapid spinning. Keefe had been dealing with a lot, and he was barely able to keep putting on that brave face for his friends, and I knew that Sophie was one of the main things holding him together.
I was running full tilt towards his door and realized a bit too late that his door was locked, leaving me to run face-first into his door. Wiping the blood off my face (It really freakin' hurt by the way), I began pounding on the door, before realizing that it was pointless and feeling around on the top of the door for the key. When I finally got in the door, Keefe was sitting in the corner rocking back and forth, mumbling incoherent things to himself, often mentioning Sophie and all his fault.
I picked him up and raced back down to the main floor, all the while trying to hail my father. "Dad, pick up your imparter, I NEED you!"
Tears were blurring my vision as I held my pathfinder up to the light. In one day I had lost both of my best friends and I honestly didn't know what to do.
I got home and immediately fell to the floor, still holding Keefe like his life depended on it. Minutes later, I heard the front door open and there was a slight pattering of feet as Biana rushed to my side. She grabbed my hands, after forcefully prying them off of Keefe, and began stroking my hair.
"Shh, Fitz, it'll all be okay. We'll find Sophie, and she can heal Keefe, and everything will go back to the way it was. Don't cry, I'm here for you, and Dex will be over here soon. And don't you dare go thinking this was your fault because it wasn't. There was nothing you could have done to stop this, you hear me? It'll all be fine."
I could tell that Biana was crying too, her tears falling onto the back of my head, but I just didn't have the strength to look up.
Although Keefe was a prankster and causer of much trouble, he was one of the nicest guys I had ever known, and knowing that he thought it was his fault was killing me. Knowing that he may never be the same, and that his mind had broken because of this... As much as I wanted to be strong, and be there for his friends and family, I was in so much emotional pain, I just wanted to curl into a ball and die.
Thank you to everyone who has commented and told me how much you enjoy this, you guys are the ones keeping me writing. I'm sorry for that last "Update", I wasn't having a real good week, and I was coming up real short on ideas. Love yah!
