Snow Day

Crybaby POV: Leah

I heard the soft voice of McKinnon toss out a few annoyed words at her dead phone and then question if everyone was doing ok. Everyone tossed back positive remarks- of course they were fine. This was an adventure. Obviously a frightening one, but my friends seemed to be built for this kind of shakily calm chaos. I was not. I could feel my hand shaking as it brushed up against one of my friend's arms while I stretched an arm up to gently grasp a tissue from on top of the game cabinet and wipe away a silent tear.
Then I looked round. A noise brushed past. I saw a whisper of a form leave the slate room. Courtney slid over to me and whispered, "Hey, Leah. You ok?" I looked up with a smile plastered on like bad quality nail polish that chips at the slightest scratch.
"Yeah, I-I'm holding up. What about McKinnon? Have you seen her?" Courtney looked round and a soft gasp left her mouth.
"No. No... where is she? Leah! Where's McKinnon? She didn't say she was leaving?!" By then, people had caught on. But I was caught somewhere else. I had tuned out to the worried faces and shouts. It was suddenly becoming very real to me. All possibility of this being a stupid prank had fled my mind and I was afraid. Courtney grabbed Hank's arm and twisted it towards her.
"Hank. Talk. Leah won't, so we need actual... legitimate help. I don't know what to do. Don't you get it? This isn't just a power outage anymore."
A look I'd never seen on their faces before was threatening to send me into tears again. We all looked so.... helpless. But of course, in a second, like my plaster smile, they had regained their old sense of sureness. Hank straightened up.
"Alex, come on. We're going to go find McKinnon."
"WAittt just a second. I'm not going," Alex said defiantly.
"You're all big crybabys. I'll go with Hank because I'm actually willing to do this for her. What about you Leah?", Courtney said as she looked up at my nervously mascara stained face.
"They call you cryybabyy, cryybabyy, but you don't fu- I mean- freaking care..." I hummed softly, looking at the wall with glassy eyes. "Yeah, I'm coming. Anything to find a friend.... I guess."
We started off down the hall. No purple-haired friend that I had become so accustomed to seeing near me. I was shaking. We continued to walk, reaching the kitchen. I could see a soft purplish glow coming from the doorframe.
"Uh, so far, I'm not liking our current options for survival.." Hank muttered. Courtney shushed him. We rounded the doorway.
I could hear my heartbeat.
Their was a vague form on the floor. It wasn't stirring. The purple glow- it was emanating from the cracks in the floor, and underneath the carpet. Courtney stifled a sob. The form was McKinnon. Dead.
I became unresponsive. A muffled yell and a shake from Hank. I saw Courtney scream as she was pulled backwards by a mere shadow. I felt a suffocating feeling in my lungs. Courtney fell to the floor- and then vanished. I saw my legs fall, and I looked round to see Claire running into the room just after Hank too had disappeared. I saw Jenna nearly grab my hand, but it was too late- I, too, had vanished. Thin air. And I knew two things- A) I didn't know and couldn't feel where I was, but B) I was very much, wholly, undoubtedly alive.