"Hello 911, what's your emergency?" The women asked. Echo shook a bit as she began panting.
"I-I can't breathe." Echo said breathing heavily. She could feel her soul ripping into two. She began gasping for air as her free hand squeezed her shirt while large tears of pain slid down her cheeks.
"Do you know what wrong?" The women asked nervously.
"M-My soul is ripping in half!" She screamed in pain after speaking. Her father went to work and her brothers went to a party. She actually followed the rules for once. The worst part was that while she was walking downstairs this happened. It hurt so bad that it made her barf before losing her balance.
"Where's your address?"
"206 J-Jackson street." Echo gagged before her vision began to get blurry.
"Had this happened before?"
"Yes. I-it happens almost every week."
"Can I have your named sweetie?"
"Echo." Echo gagged before leaning over and barging again.
"Echo? Oh my god!" The women's voice cracked. She knew who it was now.
"Frisk?" She asked. It was the frisk from flower fell.
"Echo, Echo stay awake." Frisk begged but, Echo slowly drifted into unconsciousness.