It's getting dark and it's all too quiet

Carly's whole world crumbled around her. That door opened, and the most gruesome scene unfolded before her.

Tears. So many tears blurred her vision, but didn't block it; it was as if her own body was mocking her. Her ears made her cracked, screaming voice sound distant.

"Freddie! NO!"

She felt Sam next to her, trying to calm her down, but it didn't help. Carly's legs brought her to Freddie's side, even if her stomach couldn't handle it.

Soon, his blood was mixed with her tears. She cried against the deep gash in his arm, maybe with some faint hope that she would feel his pulse against her skin. Instead, his body was still and cold. She couldn't stop crying. The tears fell, and her broken voice whispered his name over, and over, with growing desperation.

Carly heard the sirens in the distance, and the footsteps rushing behind her. She didn't care, because there was no way this was real…it just couldn't be real. People called her name, and she ignored them, holding too tightly to Freddie's icy corpse.

He was gone, and it seemed as though the world stopped turning right there and then.

A/N: I like the center alignment better, so future chapters will be in this format. The story is far from over; a lot of things have gotten in the way of me being on my computer, let alone writing. Stay with me, but it might be a while before the next update.