GONE. sokeefe

Sophie Foster

Elwin assured me all was well and I was sure of it, until he said something I couldn't make out under his breath.

"Wait .  . . no . . . Oh no . . . not right," he mumbled. "Sophie, I'm sorry. I did something wrong. I think . . . It's too late now."

My friends went into immediate panic mode.

"WAIT WHAT!"

"ELWIN!"

"Sophie, I'm sorry," Keefe whispered. 

"Guys I'm not going to-" Sophie began.

Elwin announced, "All of you, leave the room. Except for Keefe."

*

She's going to die. Die. Die.

That's what Elwin said. I'm going to die. 

Disease. Drug. Potion. Illness. Neverseen. Die. Fatal.