Fix You ~Completed~

Act Forty-Six

I ran into the parking lot, checking for my phone in my pocket. I ripped it out hysterically, my fingers shaking too hard as I tried for the number. I couldn't even remember his number and I knew it was in my contacts but I couldn't remember I had contacts in my phone and I couldn't even remember who I was trying to reach and I-

He was there. His car was still there.

Eddie was parked in the same place he'd been in when I went inside five minutes ago. I could see him shifting some stuff around in his car, probably searching for something he'd dropped.

I tore across the pavement, nearly dropping my phone, and flung his door open. "Eddie!" I sobbed, throwing myself at him. He took me on his lap.

"Shit, Clem! Damn it," he cursed, hugging me tightly and shutting the door behind me. "What happened, Clemmy? Did he hurt you?"

I panicked. "No, no! Kyla... Eddie, he's dead! Kyla won't wake up! I don't know what the hell happened but I went upstairs and h-he's dead! I tried waking him up and it won't work! He's not breathing and I did chest compressions, but it didn't help! God, he doesn't have a pulse either! He's dead, Eddie! My Kyla is dead!" I weep hysterically, fisting his shirt with my good hand while my cast simply laid dead to my side.

"Holy fuck," Eddie breathed out, his mouth agape. "Do you want me to go check before we call anyone? Maybe he's just really out of it?"

"I don't know," I whimpered. "I-I don't know what we're supposed to do. Just... just... Yeah, do that."

Eddie lifted me into the passenger's seat and kissed my head before hopping out of the car. I watched him run inside and reemerged within six minutes. When he got back into the car, he took out his phone and called the police. I didn't need to ask him if Kyla was dead or not. We both knew he was long gone.