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This chapter contains vulgar language and gore.

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When you finally dared to look you wished you had never ever opened your eyes. A yelp of shock escaped your throat as you saw what was lying in front of you. . The blood immediately retreated from your face as your stomach did somersaults. The cause of the smell was disgusting, unbelievable but above all heartbreaking.

Your friend was indeed in this room.

But she was

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You immediately covered your mouth as you saw the remains of a curly brown haired girl lying in front of you. Dried up blood covering the floor and some of her bones clearly shown because of the decomposition state her body was in.

Even though she was deformed, even though she was barely recognizable, you immediately knew who she was and it stung in your heart so badly.

You crashed onto your knees, your gaze still focused on her heavily mutilated body. At that mere moment you didn't feel anything but heavy pain. By the looks of it, she must've been dead for a long time, considering the maggots were filling her empty sockets.

You clenched your hand even tighter against your mouth, your eyes never leaving her dead form. All the emotions felt earlier crashed down your last line of defense and came out all together. The anger the hurt, the fear. But above all you felt extremely dull.

You only stared at her unmoving body, while mentally gagging and hoping that she would jump up, telling you that this was all a really good sick joke to scare you for that time you had scared her with a spider. But she wouldn't.

She wake up.

"What a beautiful sight, isn't it?" Only by hearing this you felt the anger immediately returning to your body. He did this. He was the one the blame! You couldn't hold back anymore, your control was shattered just like Lola's body was.

Your eyesight became red, completely blinded by furiosity as you shot up on you feet. You crashed into Jeff's body, which didn't even move an inch. You slammed your fists against his toned chest roughly, the tears streaming over your cheeks while loud sobs escaped your throat. You hated him so much right now.

"You oozing sore of monstrosity! You piece of scum! You fucking monster! You- You- ..." You couldn't even finish your sentence as he only giggled at your weak and desperate attempt to make him feel even slightly guilty. You busted out in tears, your anger making place for pure sorrow and grieving.

You hated him so much right now; you despised this being with all you had... But you were filled with pain, filled with sadness. Your anger didn't even come close to what kind of pain you felt now. You slowly sunk onto your knees again while continuously sobbing.

The pain felt when you just realized one of your friends is dead was far worse than your anger for him.

Lola...

Was really dead. She was gone, never coming back on this earth again. It all felt so unreal. Please... This must be a sick joke right? This couldn't be! Why?

You turned around, crawling on your hands and knees over to the remains of Lola's body. Of your friend's body. The blood was staining your hands and knees, but your gaze was fixed on your friend. On one of the few person who created a smile on your face.

"Lola..." You sobbed quietly, your hand reaching out for her with goo covered bony one. You didn't care about the cockroaches, you didn't care about the maggots, you didn't even care about the unrealistic, rough feeling Lola's hand gave you.

You only cared about your friend.

"Come on, (Y/N). Just one mile further!"

"I can't Lola!"

"Of course you can, we'll do this together!"

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"You know at my work, they were talking about having anal sex with dead animals."

"What? Really?"

"Yeah, and then I overheard their conversation, and they were talking about it and I stood there."

"Yeah?"

"I was cleaning the tables."

"Yeah?"

"Well, that was about it..."

"..."

"Hahahaha!"

"What?"

"Oh Lola, you tell such strong stories."

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"You know I see us all living in one household together when we're old, just like in this movie."

"You do? All of us still together?"

"Yeah, because we're already friends for such a long time, we'll be there for each other. Even when we're old like that."

"I'd like to think that too, Lola."

"Lola?" Your voice broke; cracking while only a high pitched mewl escaped your throat. Your hand had clenched itself around her skinless one, feeling the bones tightly brushing against your skin. You could only cry, sobbing loudly as you whispered her name over and over again.

You wanted her to come back to life, you wanted this sick nightmare to be over, and you just wanted your old life together with your friends...

"Lola? Wake up..." You tried. It almost sounded childish of you to even think she could wake up while in this state, but the only thing you had now was your fantasy world. The world created by your imagination where everything was alright, where everything was like before.

You wanted her to wake up; you wanted her to hold you tight. It all felt so unreal. Even in your worst nightmares you would never even think of one of your friends dying... But it was true. Her dead body was lying in front of you.

"Please... Wake-ke up." You stuttered over your own words as one of your hands reached out to her bloody face. You slowly pushed some of the few hairs left on Lola's deformed head which were covering her face away, your hand cupping her with gashes filled cheek.

You couldn't care that you were touching a dead body. In your mind it still seemed as if you were touching Lola, feeling her warm skin against your own instead of the cold, dirty and harsh one you felt now.

"No... Lola... Please." You whispered. You still couldn't believe this. The pain, the agony... The hurt of losing your friend was too much. You had never expected any of them to be dead and especially not like this... How? How could this happen?

You began to curse at yourself, angry that you hadn't done anything in your power to save your friend. The desperation took over as every emotion a human mind could feel coursed through your veins, clashing against your heart with such force that it felt as if it was at its limit.

Your pathetic and weak body had enough of this, as your hands and knees gave in and you crashed into the ground. You raised your head, staring right into the empty sockets filled with maggots where Lola's once so lively eyes resided in.

Her beautiful brown eyes which would be staring at you with amazement, smiling at you with honesty and reflecting her pure heart in them. But now... They were completely empty black holes. Nothing except bugs residing in them.

It was as if she was staring back at you, as if she was trying to tell you something. Your one hand again reached out for hers, gripping it tightly while you ignored the wet liquid staining your hand and face. Guilt took the upper hand as you opened your mouth to speak you last words to her.

"I'm so sorry." You whispered at her, your eyes still focused on her empty ones. You knew it was way too late to apologize and you knew that you probably couldn't save her... But you had to say it. You gave a small but harsh squeeze in her hand as you kept staring. The many tears which had fallen were dried up at your cheeks now, whilst your eyes were preparing for another round of crying.

You never wanted her to die; you never wanted anyone to die! You wished you could go back into time, save her and all of your friends. Your heart felt as if it was run over by a train, which then would go backwards and run over it again and again.

You felt so small right now, her face flashing through your mind over and over again. It was as if she was haunting you, trying to tell you she was still here with you. Behind all the gore, the blood was still the body of your friend, of your loved one.

"I love you, Lola." These words flowed right out of your mouth, but not a sign of regret came from you. You truly did love her; she was your good friend for over 6 years. You had shared tears, great moments but above all you made each other happy day in day out.

Your veins filled themselves with regret and remorse as you let go of Lola's hand, whilst still staring back at her. She was part of your soul, part of your mind and memories. This all shattered right before your eyes together with all the dreams and unfinished plans you made together.

Lola, one of your best friends.

The one who always was there for you, in good and bad times. The one who grew so much when she began to hang out with you. The one who showed you that you could create your own path, your own personality.

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You were curled up in a ball at the edge of the bed. Jeff was gone, out doing his 'hobby' or something like that. You couldn't care less, not after what you had just seen. The image of Lola's deformed body constantly flashed through your head, haunting you.

You hadn't spoken to Jeff once you came back from that awful trip. You didn't ask for explanation. You simply dulled out his growls, frustrated yells and punches. He had kicked you around the room like a ragdoll for ignoring him, but you were already dull.

You were extremely sad but you couldn't cry anymore. All your tears were already shed in that damned room, or so you thought. You couldn't care less about your appearance. You were extremely tired but you couldn't sleep. You knew that as soon as you would go to sleep, Lola would haunt you.

Her face would forever be carved into your mind. You didn't even have the chance to say goodbye to her. How awful she must've felt when she knew she was going to die. Pictures of your friend begging for her life flashed through your head.

You guessed you needed her more than you would ever think you would. You truly did love her; you truly did care for her. New formed tears started to form in the corner of your eyes but you wouldn't cry yourself to sleep. You just wouldn't.

You grabbed one of the pillows, pressing it against your mouth and screaming loudly in it. The rage and pain needed to get out, before it would consume you. Before it would suck you into an endless circle of sorrow and grieving.

Once all of your rage and sadness was out of your body you relaxed again, becoming extremely limp. It would never fully go away, you knew that. You turned your head to stare outside the window. You still felt a little angry; you still felt it pushing against the back of your mind.

"I pray your life is sweet, you fucker." You whispered, your voice filled with venom. These words were directed to Jeff. To the one man who destroyed your life in a whim. The one man who got joy and satisfaction from seeing you in pain.

Congratulations! He finally got to you.

He needed to be proud of himself because he had finally done it. The thing he wanted all along, the only reason why you were here with him, why he did these filthy things to you.

He had broken you.

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Ugh, this was such a sad chapter for me to write especially when you're listening to sad music from Lana del Rey and Britney Spears :(

Hope you somehow enjoyed this sad chapter and do not hesitate to leave comments, ideas or critics! I could always use them. Thank you all for the hearts, the lovely follows and the reads, it means a lot to me :)