Kitana: This is short but sweet, enjoy!
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"Claire?" he whispered out, "Claire where are you?" he started panicking, he didn't know where he was or what was going on.
All he knew or wanted was someone familiar he just wanted Claire. To be with him, to make all his worries and pain melt away. But the question was; where was she? His heart rate began to pound strongly and very hard within his chest, and he then realised he was dead, well he knew he died. Why, how and where were clouding his mind, he didn't know.
His body felt cold, as if he was made out of ice, he couldn't move either, something was forbidding him to. What he did know was something was wrong, it didn't felt right to be where he was. But where was he?
He couldn't remember a single thing, apart from her, her crying, screaming for him. Everything else was blank, a deep endless void with no hope of remembering anything. He opened his eyes, but it hurt too much, he pushed himself anyway. His heart thudded loudly within his chest, he was scare of what he would find, but what would he see? Claire? He doubted it for some reason, where ever he was, it wasn't good, it didn't feel safe. His eyes burned, the cold seemed to push into his face stinging his eyes. He had to see! He had to know!
He opened them slightly and looked, his heart pumped rapidly and it stopped suddenly. Darkness was only his companion, his friend. Nothing was there, absolutely nothing. Anger clouded his mind; he wanted to get out, get out of where ever, now! He panicked screaming and screaming. He stopped, why? Because it didn't help.
But some one had to be there, Claire had to there searching for him. She had to be!
"Claire!" he screamed across the darkness, "Help me! Oh God Claire, help me! Please."
Nothing really helped; it seemed he was stuck there for what would seem like forever. Claire would never hear his screams she won't come, not now and maybe not ever.
To her he was dead, lost to her for all eternity.
And he was left in the darkness screaming; he was left to rot away in the growing coldness of death, with no way of escaping.