Running Out of Time

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PROLOGE

               The outlines of the trees blurred as I ran at a break-neck speed through the forest. Tears from fear and panic blurred my vision as I ran. *please don't be late.*  The feeling of fear was coursing through my veins and constricting my throat making it hard to breathe. Every breath felt like ice stabbing into my windpipe. My body was numb from the mixture of cold and fear. My heartbeat was rocking my body at an unhealthy rate as only one coherent thought ran through my mind like an iPod on loop.
*gettheregettheregettheregetthere*
My long hair as well as tears obstruct my vision as I ran. Time was running out. I pumped my legs harder and tried to propel myself further until I thought my lungs, as well as my legs, were going to give out.

        At the last minute I bursted through the opening in the forest. It was illuminated by the full moon. He was there; in the middle of the meadow.  His body was an alarmingly pale blue color; due to the moonlight I told myself.
Everything was eerily quiet. I rushed forward and dropped to my knees, eyes stinging from my runny makeup, searching for any signs of movement in his chest that would indicate that he was still alive. I reached out a shaky hand to his neck to feel for a pulse but retracted my hand as if touching a hot burner when in reality he felt like ice. My pulse quickened at the thought that he might be.... I couldn't even think the word.
"Willow," It was a shallow whisper. I whipped my head around and saw Elliot still looking ice cold but his chest was rising and falling at a healthy speed. My heartbeat slowed with relief. That is until I looked into his eyes. They were an ashen blue color, even more pale than his skin.

        "Elliot?" I gasped.
        "Why?" He said, his voice raspy.
        "Why, why what?" I asked confused and scared. Tears were starting to well in my eyes.
        "Why didn't you save me?" he groaned in his raspy voice.
        It felt like someone had stabbed a knife through my chest. The pain was overwhelming and most agonizing thing I've ever felt.
        "What?!" I gasped and whispered all at the same time.
        "Why didn't you save me, Willow?" he sat up and started to crawl toward me. I was to stunned to speak another word or move.
        "Why, why, why, why, why?" his raspy voice seemed to grow louder and more abrasive with each word.
        "Why, why, why, why, why?" He was grabbing onto my arms and pulling me towards him. Pieces of his skin were sliding off his hands onto my arms covering me in blood and puss.
        "Why, why, why, why, why?" I wanted to scream but my throat was constricted with fear. He brought his face so that for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me. But he continued to yell his accusation at me in his raspy voice. Then instead of his chours of whys there was a loud ringing emanating from his mouth.