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Chapter 4

He's dead.

He's dead.

He's dead.

"He's dead..."

I'd woken up a few hours ago, and hadn't been able to get back to sleep. I'd gotten up, been to see if Jeremy was awake, but he wasn't in the house, apparently gone somewhere. Antonio was nowhere to be seen either. I'd been into Nick's room, and he was still there, not exactly sleeping, but not awake, just...sort of empty. Eyes open, staring straight ahead, lying on his side on his bed. I'd tried communicating, but I couldn't even get a flicker of response from him. Eventually I'd given in and went back to bed. I hadn't been into ...into Clay's room yet though. I'd almost gone in, but I didn't think I'd be able to handle seeing his bo-..him.

I heard shuffling from down the corridor, before two quick knocks at the door. I murmured a "come in" and Antonio stepped into the room.

"Elena?"

"Yes." I winced at how flat my voice was. Antonio walked over and and sat on my bed, sighing.

"The..grave is ready." He swallowed. "We're gonna take him out soon..."

I felt my world beginning to crumble then. I took a deep breath and leaned forwards, resting my head in my hands. Antonio shifted nervously, clearly uncomfortable. He seemed about to say something, but several loud crashes from across the corridor sounded. In an instant, we had shot through Clay's door and skidded to a stop inside.

The room looked as though a hurricane had hit it. Papers lay scattered across the floor, lamps smashed against walls, chairs tipped over and bedsheets ripped and mangled. I did a double take as I saw the bed.

Clay wasn't there.

I span around, eyes scanning the room rapidly. He wasn't here. I opened my mouth and took as much air into my lungs as possible.

"JEREMY!"

Jeremy came pelting from where ever he had been and within 10 seconds he was standing by me, already fully aware of what was going on. He swore softly and turned to Antonio. "What happened?"

Antonio shrugged, looking bewildered. "I don't know, the room was empty when we got here..."

Jeremy ran his hands through his hair and thought. Antonio and I stared at him. Eventually, he shook his head.

"Get Nick. We have to figure out what's going on together."

Eeeeeeh, don't ask. Dunno. Bored. Just been on holiday and have absolutely no writing skills left.