And the door slammed and she heard it lock and she fell to the floor, screaming in pain.
Emma wanted, needed, to do something, anything, to stay alive, to keep going, to see her family again, to see Phil and little Carol and Gilda and Don and Anna and Nat and all of them, please god she didn't want to die, she'd done so much, she'd loved her family so much, she'd come so far and she loved her family and she loved this world that was getting darker and dimmer and she needed to say sorry, sorry to Norman and Ray, her best friends that had been with her since she could remember and she had treated them like they were nothing and she just wanted to hear their voices, she wanted them next to her, she couldn't die, she couldn't be without them, she needed to say sorry and then she couldn't hear anything and her vision clouded in and she couldn't feel the ground underneath her and she could only see balck clouds of cold, then even they were gone and she just needed to say, please, she at least needed to say sorry and she-
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The Promised School
FanfictionEmma, Norman and Ray are living a normal life, at school, in the year 2029. Rather, they think it is. What do they know about the real world, where the teachers don't actually wear cloaks with hoods? At the moment, demons are acting in secret, slow...
