C43 I want to break free.

"No!" I yell out in frustration, staring at my phone screen. It's completely black.

"She's gone." I whisper, turning to face Trish. The colour in her face has completely drained away and she appears to be in shock —

"Trish, are you okay?" I ask her warily. Her stare fixes on me before she nods slowly. A silence of disbelief settles upon both of us