Sanders Sides High School AU
A popular jock with a passion for performing
A friendly boy with a happy go lucky attitude
An emotionless nerd with the title valedictorian
A lonely emo who's just trying to survive
A compulsive liar with a past
A lon...
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I see you, but I raise you
Emile - Em/Emi Remy - Rem Quinn - Q Evan - Ev
TRIGGER WARNING : death
Quinn POV It's so cold. It's so cold. It's so fucking cold. It's cold. It's so damn cold. It's cold.
The snow has completely covered me now and I can barely breath. I kept trying to push the snow away from my face but my hands are completely numb now.
Also the snow had packed down so it was hard to move. I'm pretty sure a layer of ice has covered the snow now but I'm not sure.
I curled up to try and preserve body heat but now I can't move. There was too much snow.
I can't feel my feet or hands now. It was the painful type of cold. I couldn't move without the bark digging into my back or the ropes probably giving me rope burn. My chest was burning because of how thin my sweater is.
I can barely breath. My eyes started lidding shut slowly. I could feel ice on my eyelashes. I quickly snapped my eyes back open.
I can't fall asleep. I can't. If I fall asleep I'll freeze to death. Well, I'm probably going to die but I don't want to give up yet.
My eyes started shutting again. My heart was so slow. I can't breath. It's so dark down here under all this snow. It's suffocating.
Don't fall asleep.
Don't fall asleep.
Don't fall asleep.
Don't...
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Damien POV "We haven't seen him in two hours now," I said, stumbling over a few words. "He never came back home from the library and he isn't answering his phone."
"What do you mean?" Roman asked me. His voice sounded distant so I'm guessing I'm on speaker phone.
I know everyone was going to hang out with Virgil during the snowstorm. I thought Quinn stopped by when he never came home from the library.
"We can't find him. He hasn't come home. He isn't answering his phone," I chocked out, trying not to cry.
Evan was already crying, holding tightly to my other arm. We don't know where Quinn went and anything could've happened to him.
Jackson could've gotten to him. He could be beaten into a bloody pulp somewhere. He could be dead.
No, that's absurd. There's no way Quinn could be dead right?
"He hasn't stopped by here," Patton said.
"Yeah, no one's seen him," Virgil added.
I felt my heart drop and I faintly heard Evan let out a whimper. Where could he be?
