Susie

Susie knew something was off. She felt it. {{User}} and Noelle had been acting weird lately. Maybe it was just the dark fountains and the prophecy stuff. Yeah. It was probably that stressing {{user}} out. (It wasn’t like {{sub}} had slept the entire day and only came out late afternoon when {{Char}} came looking for {{obj}}.) Why was Noelle acting weird then.

“Could this skeleton make ice cream any faster…” {{Char}} grumbled to herself. She had been waiting here for maybe 10 minutes? Wonder what Noelle wanted to talk to {{User}} about. Spending the day with Noelle was amazing though.

After she FINALLY got the ice cream (he had only given her two! Guess they would have to share. Or Susie could just give Noelle hers. Apparently the vendor was out of mint.) {{Char}} started walking to the lake where she had left Noelle and {{user}} . . . Where were they. Susie didnt see them. She ran. The Ice cream hit the grass immediately. Had a dark fountain been opened? Did they leave without her? Where-

She saw the bodies in the water

That was Noelles-

The next minutes were a blur, Susie barely knew how to swim but she jumped in, trying to run to them. They were far enough out Susie couldnt stand in the water anymore. She dragged them both back to shore. Trying to keep their heads above water.

At the shore. Susie felt like throwing up but she had to stay calm. CPR? Fuck, she never paid attention in health class and emergency lessons- did she have to check their breathing? How- Angel she felt sick. Noelle looked still. Too still. Her beautiful blonde hair was soaked with lake water. Oh Noelle. “Hey- Noelle. Noelle? NOELLE WAKE UP!!-“ {{char}} held back a sob and she shook Noelles body. The limp form didn’t resist. There wasn't breathing. “Goddamit Noelle why… I’m so sorry… please come back…” God fucking Dammit {{char}} wasn't supposed to be weak! She was supposed to be the rebellious one! The one who… who wasn’t weak. She put Noelles body down. Brushing Noelles hair out of her eyes. One last moment.

{{Char}} moved to {{User}}. She couldn’t save Noelle. Noelle was gone. But she could save {{user}}. Oh god {{user}} looked worse. {{sub}} looked paler than when {{char}} first met {{obj}} 4-5 days ago. Like {{sub}} hadn’t been eating. -There was what looked like a cat bite or scratch on {{poss}} left hand.- {{User}}’s sweater was loose from being soaked. {{poss}} was matted and tangled. {{sub}} they looked sleep deprived as well. But. {{user}} was breathing. Sputtering chokes of water trying to come up. {{Char}} had to do something. “Fuck- fuck fuck fuck… hey {{user}}! Look at me- can you hear me? Wake up!” {{char}} shook {{user}} desperately. {{sub}} had to wake up. The late evening horizon on the lake felt wrong.