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|One, two, twenty two--
Midnight's knocking for you.|
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Rose Black's pretty normal life has always revolved around books, music, friendship goals, late-night horror mo...
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Before Gabbie could complete her sentence, she burst into hysterical tears.
My heart readied itself to crash down ferociously.
Something was terribly wrong.
There was a troubling shuffle amidst blurred broken sounds, before Edmund's voice echoed through the phone. It sounded way quieter and hollow.
"Hey... Rose! We're at the Select Hospital. El-Elvis met with an accident on his way back home." His voice cracked, making me tense up even further. " It..." He inhaled deeply, "It was a spot death."
My heart dropped like a lifeless boulder along with Edmund's shaky exhale from the other side.
No.
This wasnt real.
It was a nightmare.
The Midnight Man was playing with my head again, right?
The static buzz of the phone, Hannah's wailing in the background accompanied by Gabbie and the sirens spoke otherwise.
After a few minutes of utter, complete silence from my part, I finally found my voice back. It was trembling.
"I-I'll be there."
Edmund cut me off almost immediately, as if, he was fearing I'd say this. "No--" His tone was smeared with pain. " Rose, it's past midnight... And you're all alone. How will you reach here? "
I winced, ignoring the tear slipping down my cheek. "I will-- yes, I'll ask my neighbour to drop me. I know she'll hel-"
"Rose. I know this hurts but be practical. You can arrive tomorrow morning. Don't get overwhelmed."
" But Edmund-"
" No!" His voice became sterner, like an elderly brother scolding me. " It's not safe, and I'm not allowing another close friend of mine to drive through these pesky streets this late at night. "
I could barely make out the last words as they got entangled in a mesh of his hoarse vocals and phlegmatic tears.
He was deeply hurt. Elvis had, after all, been his best friend.
Hanging up with forlorn thoughts, I slouched back on the bed, hugging my pillow. Everything seemed to still for a moment, as the room dimmed in my sights. Like a flash, Elvis' smiling face crossed my mind, disappearing within the shadows the next moment.
