Chrissy's Death

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Warnings: death, drugs

Eddie's POV:
I had just driven to my trailer with Chrissy, it was very odd of Chrissy to be coming over to place asking for the "goods." But I didn't really think anything of it much. We both got out of my van, and I held the door open to my trailer for her. I told her to wait by the kitchen so I could go find the drugs she needed.

"They gotta be here somewhere." I said as I was looking for them while also making a mess.

"Eddie, did you find it?" Chrissy asking yelling for Eddie.

While I was trying to find the "goods'' she needed, Chrissy was about to get taken by Vecna. I finally found the drugs , and walked back to where Chrissy was.

"Got em." I said not looking at her yet.

As I looked up I saw Chrissy just standing there with her eyes white blinking fast.

"Chrissy? I don't like this Chrissy wake up!" I yelled while trying to shake her to wake up.

She then strted to levitate into the air, I steped back in shock at what was happening. I just stood there watching, I didn't know what to do. All of a sudden she flew up faster onto the celling with her back touching it. Almost as if she was laying down in a starfish position, but on the celling. I stumbled back hitting a chair and falling to the ground watching all this happen. Then her bones started to crack. Her arms, her legs, her jaw. And her eyes looked like they got squeezed from inside, as if someone was pulling them from inside her head. I screamed so loud watching this. I've never seen anything like this happen, I never thought I would see this happen.  Right when she fell off the celling I got up and ran back to van. I quickly drove away still in shock.

I did't know where to hide just in case the cops accused me of murder. I found an abandoned house with a big shed in the back. A perfect place to hide. I hid my van so one would see it or find it while looking for me. I didn't know if the cops where anlready on me, or not on me at all. Maybe I won't get blamed, or maybe I will. I thought about this to myself while hiding in the shed hugging my knees close to my chest, my eyes still wide from the image of Chrissy. Scared to death. I camped out in the shed, I couldn't go to sleep that night, not just beacuse I was scared. Also because I needed to stay alert for anyone who came here.


A/n
Sorry for how short it is, I didn't know how to make it longer. Or good. I would some feed back if you read through the whole thing, and requests. Thank you.

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