Skylar's P.O.V.

"Felicity, wait!" I called after Felicity. Oh hello there! I'm Skylar Willowthorn, and I'm currently at the hospital. Felicity was running ahead of me, she turned around one corner, then another, trying to lose me. But I was always faster than her. I ran after her, I was only inches away from her, until she turned another content and disappeared. I saw a door swinging and pushed it open and went inside. Someone must have forgotten to lock the door.

As I peered inside, I saw Felicity, she was standing staring at rows and rows of cabinets, we had just entered the morgue. It was empty and very chilly, and felt oddly scary, like something was watching me. Goosebumps rose at the back of my neck, as I tried to get Felicity to get out of there. She was just staring at nothing, which was starting to freak me out. I didn't like the morgue, and I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, but I couldn't leave Felicity. Then I felt it, my heart began beating so fast, my breathing became rapid, and I was sweating profusely. I felt very dizzy and uneasy, then I ran. I don't know why, I just did. I ran as far as possible from the morgue, not noticing where I was going until I came outside, where I finally calmed down.

Ever since I was 5, after witnessing my dog's death, I had developed necrophobia. My dog, Meatloaf, was killed in a car crash, the first time she got a car crash she lost an eye, the second time, she was gone forever. Everywhere I went after that that had a connection to death, I began to panic. I hated having necrophobia, but I couldn't help it. Soon I heard running behind me, Felicity had come after me. She was panting and sweating, mumbling something I couldn't hear.

She went over to me, I was still shaking and unnerved, and very pale. She put a hand over my shoulder and we went back together to Jordan's room.

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