2 Weeks Later…
My eyes drift open. I'm standing in that room. "No, no, no, no, no!" I shout and look around. There is no light, no table, and no Jeff. "Not again," I whisper. "Jeff! Please, Jeff! I don't want this! Not again!" Tears fill my eyes. I'm scared out of my mind. I don't want to see myself again, not covered with blood and dying. I turn and run the opposite direction. Suddenly I stop. The room is stretched, like it keeps going on and on. I walk cautiously down the newly formed hallway. The air grows colder with each step. There is someone standing in front of me, their back turned. "Jeff?"
He turns and he's holding something, a body. Tears stream down his face, but he doesn't look at me. He is looking at the limp body in his arms. "Why," he whispers hoarsely, his voice tracking from emotion. "Why did you leave me? Is this what you planned all along? To make me love you and then force me to watch you die?" I see his arms tighten around the body, holding it close so that his face is rested on their neck. "Jade." My heart stops. "Jade, Jade, Jade…." Then, I see that the body his is holding is the one I tried to avoid.
"Jeff! No! Jeff, I'm right here! I'M HERE!" I drop to my knees, somehow knowing he can't hear me anymore.