Elliot, noooo! Damn it, he was the only one I actually LIKED in this! D:
And real nice, Zoey. Some poor kid your own age, who was used as a refrigerator for God knows how long, is dying in a messy, scary, and quite likely painfully way, and all you can do is think of how nice the blood smells and "Oh God, what a whiner." Yeah, because if you were in his position, in class and everything being fine one second and then bleeding out every orifice the next, you would be all calm and collected and not at all crying you didn't want to die, not wanting to die alone.

Go die in a fucking fire, Zoey. >C