(ZIGGY'S POV)
Using my whole strength, I push the door hard 'till I break its lock. I just can't control my agitation. I've been calling her out and banging on her door. But she didn't notice it. I know she hasn't left home. None of her footwear is missing from the rock. She's inside, but she didn't respond.
I finally open the door after ramming it with my whole force three times.
Terror stabs my heart, with the image of Cloe next to my eyes, pale and unconscious, lying in her blood. There are few slits in her wrist where the blood spurts out from it, and a blade in her other hand.
"No, Cloe!" I shout but didn't let panic take over me.
I briskly take out my phone and dial 911, and as soon as I give the information. I take out her handkerchief, ties the wrist, and puts pressure on it. Her palms started to get cold and pale.
"Best, Wake up, Cloe, please...I'm sorry I didn't check on you sooner." My voice is quavering as I groan.
