AN: sorry for the wait. i put this together really quickly, so i apologise for it not being so good :(

unless i quickly think of anything else, this is the last chapter.

Any ideas to carry on this fic or others would be greatly aprieciated :)

"Ems the bell rang ages ago!" Naomi squealed as Emily grabbed her wrist and violently pulled her back towards the lockers.

"Just one last ki-"

The redhead cut herself off as she placed her lips on top of Naomi's, slamming her girlfriends back into a locker, surely making a dent. She could get used to this, Naomi thought as she relaxed into the kiss.

Their moment was cut off by familiar laughter from down the hall.

They both hastily pulled their heads away from each others, the slight blush creeping onto Emilys cheeks made her girlfriends heart flutter. The bastard who interrupted them was in trouble. Deep trouble.

"Cook, fuck off." Naomi snapped at the chuckling boy strolling towards them.

"Don't mind Cookie girlies." Cook replied, snapping his trouser braces on his broad chest and grinning ear to ear and the still entwined girls. "Carry on, please!"

Naomi grunted and started to pull Emily away from their intruder.

"Oh wait!" Cook started a half jog to catch up with the less than pleased couple.

"Have you seen Effy anywhere? I haven't heard from her all weekend."

Emily's face crumpled in pain, Naomi automatically slipped her hand into the ice-cold ones of her girlfriend, and squeezed it quickly. The subject was still a soft spot for Emily. She hated to see her best friend run away from her like that, even if it was all her fault.

No one had bothered trying to contact Effy. Except that text.

Cook was oblivious to the awkwardness that hung in the air... as always.

"Helllooo, am I talking to myself? Have you seen Effy?"

Emily cleared her throat, and gripped Naomi's hand harder.

"N-No, I haven't seen her yet." Her reply came out as a hoarse whisper, and she could feel a part of her heart rip as she admitted it out loud.

Ever since Effy had run away, and Emily had come back to her room crying, the subject had been taboo for Naomi and Emily. Neither one of them wanted to admit to themselves the damage they must have done to Effy.

The second bell rang.

"Tyson?"

"Here."

Emily looked around the room desperately, her heart thumped every time the door swung open, only to falter when it wasn't her who stepped through.

"Laura?"

"Yep"

The door swung open again, Emily's head whipped around. Her hand skimmed across her desk in the turn, scattering her pens to the floor. She didn't care.

Emily heard him before she saw him.

Doug.

His face made Emily worried. Terrified, in fact. He had the face you only see on TV, the one you hope you never have to see in real life.

Doug shuffled towards Miss Davies, keeping his head down and his broad hands stuffed in his pockets.

Miss Davies noticed his expression as well, and quickly moved across the room to meet him. Doug's face was blocked from Emily's view, but she saw Miss Davies hand reach up to his shoulder. He relaxed at her touch, yet still seemed tense. Emily remembered she had that effect on people.

Emily head began to spin. She had that feeling in the bottom of her stomach that something wasn't right. Effy wasn't okay. The red head breathing became haggard, she clutched her chest as it rapidly fell up and down, but no oxygen was getting to her lungs. Her brown eyes met with Naomi's face. Emily smiled, and then her head hit the wooden desk in front of her.

Emily slowly raised her head from the desk. Her version was blurry at first; as it cleared up she realised she was alone.

"Must have fallen asleep..." She mumbled to herself as she grabbed her bag from under her desk and got up from her seat.

Just as she had thrown her bag over her left shoulder, she felt a hand on her right. Emily spun round, shocked.

"Effy?"

The brunette didn't answer. It wasn't until after Emily had hastily thrown her arms around her friend that she realised how cold Effy was, and how skinny she had gotten.

With panic etched across her face Emily held Effy at arms length, taking the deathly look on her friends face in. It wasn't right.

"E-E-Effy?"

Effy's expression didn't falter.

A tear slid down Emily cheek, she could feel another panic attack arising.

"W-What have I done to you?"

Effy smiled sadly. "Nothing... I'm okay now."

"You don't look it"

Emily felt her hands slipping from Effy's arms, she couldn't control it.

"I love you Em."

Emily tried to pull the brunette into another hug, and tell her she loved her too. But before she could Effy had slipped away, like a breeze through her fingers.

"Effy?" Emily mumbled, barely audibly.

"Ems? EMS?"

Emily placed her hand on the arms that were wrapped around her, they weren't cold.

Her heart fell.

She fluttered her eyes open. The first thing she saw were bright blue eyes looking back into hers.

They weren't the right blue eyes.

She felt soft lips touch her forehead.

They didn't feel right.

"Ems babe, something's happened."

Emily knew it then, the falter in her girlfriend's voice said it all.

"Effy's dead."

The pain that bolted throughout Emily's body was indescribable. No amount of tears could wipe away that pain.

Everything went black.