Soul Eater: The Next Generation

Chapter 26

Fury’s POV

I clutch her limp body in my arms and scream.  There are people watching.  They’re just standing there, watching me hold my dying best friend in my arms.

“Someone, please, anyone, call an ambulance! She’s still alive,” I plead, sobbing.

Her wet hair plasters my arm.  Her breathing is shallow, with intervals of panting.  

“Please,” I sob again. 

A crowd is surrounding us now. 

“HELP, SHE IS DYING. HELP!” Now I’m screaming. 

“There’s an ambulance coming,” a middle- aged woman says, placing her hand on my shoulder. 

“Ellie… why?  Why Ellie? Why,” I repeat into her chest.  I lay her across my lap, and am leaning over into her chest.

Her body is shuddering.  This can’t happen.  I can’t lose her.  I won’t lose her.  Why?

Why would she jump?  Why? Why? Why?

“Fury,” Ellie gasps. Her eyes are half open, half closed.

“No. Don’t speak.  Just breath.  Focus on breathing.”
The people behind me are all whispering, but I can’t focus on them.  I can’t. 

The tears are streaming down my face.  This is so surreal.  It can’t be real.  It can’t be. Ellie… The next thing I know the paramedics are loading her into an ambulance. They are taking me with her.  I hold her hands as she lies in the stretcher.  I’m trying to ignore the blood.  Oh the blood…

They race her into an emergency room, and give me something for shock.  I sit in the waiting room clutching a cup of coffee.  Why?

The nurse is asking me about her.  About her family.  Who she’s living with. Any signs of depression before hand? Why?

They are calling her mother. I hear yelling and the next thing I see is Tristan and Jack carrying a semi- conscious Spike.  Their entwined souls.  He’s feeling the same pain she is.  I try to explain it to the nurse, who looks like her head is about to explode, but just then Spike straightens up.

“I’m fine.  Where is she,” he gasps out.

“No.  You’re not fine.  Sit down,” the nurse commands and they sit him in one of the waiting room chairs, “She’s in with the doctors right now.”

“Fury, what are you doing here,” Tristan asks.

“I saw her.  I saw her jump,” I say, choking up.

“She jumped?” Tristan’s eyes are full of worry.

“No.  She wouldn’t jump,” Spike says clutching the arms of his seat.

“Either she jumped or fell off the top of the roof,” I say quietly.

Suddenly, beside me, Spike loosens up.  He takes a deep breath, “They put her under.  She’s not feeling anything now.  Why were you there?”

“She texted me to come over.  I was walking over when I saw her,” I start crying again.  I feel so powerless.

“She didn’t jump.  Ellie wouldn’t just text you to come over, to jump off the side of the building. And she’s not depressed.”

“I don’t know, if someone’s upset enough,” Jack says.

“Why would she be upset,” Tristan scoffs.

Beside me Spike tenses again, “We were fighting.”  He says it so simply.  Like it’s the perfect explanation.  He thinks it’s his fault.

“I’m sorry, but Ellie wouldn’t kill herself over a little lovers- spat,” Tristan interjects Spike’s pity party.