New chapter! Yay! I have the rest of the story planned out, never fear! Keep reviewing guys, they motivate me…or something…hahah I had a giant blue pixi stix today and it was goooood.

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Freddy was running out of Marta's house. He could hear her faintly screaming after him, but he didn't care. The only thing he cared about right now was Katie. She was consuming him completely. Freddy was so mad at himself for allowing himself to do that with Marta. *How could I have done that…how?* he thought as he ran, drenched with sweat, the few blocks to his apartment. *I should throw myself in front of a car, see what it feels like to actually die from it this time…nah, I think I know something better to do, I don't deserve to die that easy…*

Ideas and thoughts were racing through his mind a mile a minute. When he arrived at his house about ten minutes after leaving Marta's, he wasted no time in hurrying up to his home. As he rushed in, he stopped in the kitchen and went to the counter. He hesitated, thinking over what he was about to do. Hesitated just for a moment. *No. I will not be a coward. I'm doing this for Katie. I'm doing it for her…* And with that, he grabbed a bottle of Advil from the counter and a knife from the drawer.

He strode into his bedroom, locking the door behind him. *Like anyone's gonna come for me anyway. It doesn't even matter if I lock it. I could do this in the middle of a crowd and no one would care. They'll probably be better off without me anyway. Why would they care about me, just a murderer. Heck, they'll probably be glad I did this for them.*

Freddy took his weapons and sat on his bed. He sat contemplating for a moment, staring at his reflection on the blade. An expression that lacked emotion, eyes that reflected only disdain and sorrow. Without another second of waiting, he brought the knife to his arm and quickly slit a line, oozing blood. It felt good, merely because…it felt. He finally felt something. Now he was sure this was right. He made several more slices, gasping each time. But he could feel it. He could feel something; that was all that mattered. He dropped the knife, and with the hand that had been holding it, he traced along one of the cuts with his finger, smirking with satisfaction.

Then he picked up the bottle of pills. He planned to take the whole bottle, one by one, but he got to three and he couldn't take it anymore. His body collapsed onto the floor, sending an eerie thud through the apartment. His mind was dissolving an a whirlwind of darkness, and he faded away into his own thoughts.

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Zack was on his way to Freddy's. He had a sense that Freddy was doing something horrible. Call it ESP, instincts, whatever, you aren't someone's best friend for as long as they were and not be able to know when something was seriously wrong. *Hold on, Freddy, I'm coming for you. Don't give up now.* Zack thought as he sped up, trying to get to Freddy's apartment as fast as possible.

What seemed like an eternity later, he pulled up in the parking lot. The only thing he was focused on was getting to Room 23, Floor 5. That was his destination. The building was creepily silent, except for the thudding of Zack's feet up the stairwell and the pounding of his heart in his chest.

Freddy's door was, oddly, open. Zack rushed around the apartment, searching for him. When he frantically came to a locked door, and heard a horrible moan come from within the room, he knew Freddy lay beyond the door. Surprisingly, it was locked. Zack threw his body against the door several times before it gave in, thanks to the super-sized amounts of adrenaline rushing through Zack.

He burst in to find his childhood best friend in a heap on the floor, blood dripping in puddles everywhere. "Freddy? Oh God, FREDDY! Come on, man, snap out of it…" he yelled as he rushed to the limp boy's side. He thought he heard Freddy mumble something, but try as he might, he couldn't get Freddy to respond. He sat him up and embraced him as one would a scared little child. He looked into Freddy's face and it was like he was being stabbed with a knife.

Zack ran out of the room and into the kitchen, where he reached for the phone and dialed 911. "Hello, my name is Zack Mooneyham, I'm in my friend Freddy Jones' apartment and he's hurt himself badly, we need an ambulance right now or he's gonna die. It's room 23, floor 5 of Stone Street Apartment Complex…yes he needs attention right away…okay…okay…thank you…"

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Dun dun dun…