You and Finny were friends, best friends. You couldn’t spend a second away from each other. But neither could either of you admit you loved each other.

You guys attended a party together. The two of you fought there because of some random reason. But it was enough to get the two of you heated.

You locked yourself in one of the rooms for almost the whole party. Someone snuck in through the window, holding an axe, that wasn’t good.

Finny could hear your faint sounds of screaming. But he was mad and thought you were messing around with someone else, so he ignored it.

Then the door opens. People start to notice, your barely breathing body on the floor, bloodied and injured, a masked man starting to make his way out of the room.

Everyone starts running. Finny picks you up and runs to the nearest telephone booth to hide. He sets you down on the ground, dialing the phone to call the police before crouching down next to you. You could faintly hear the screams outside.

“C-can you breathe?” He asks, his voice shaking.