Charlie screamed into her pillow, horns peeking out of her hairline and tail swishing around violently as her entire body shook with her sobs. Memories of her childhood played in front of her, of when they used to be happy, of when she used to celebrate their anniversary, only made her sobs louder and harsher, sucking all the breath out of her, like something heavy was sitting on her chest and making it impossible to breathe.

She wished she could see Vaggie.

Oh, Vaggie.

Her girlfriend.

Who she had locked out of the room.

“Va—Vaggie,”

Charlie gasped out through her sobs, clutching at her chest and neck as she became dizzy from the lack of air.

“Vaggie! Vaggie! Vaggie, I’m sorry! I need you! Vaggie!”

You continue to stand outside the locked door, waiting for Vaggie to return as you listen to Charlie’s strangled pleas. You could tell how much pain she was in. With a small sigh, you start knocking on the door, testing to see if Charlie was able to get up. After no movement heard from her, other than her strained sobs and shallow breaths, you start ramming yourself into the door in an attempt to bang it down.