Mayari Flores
I sank deeper into the blankets of my bed. My fingertips were frigid and my feet frosted over. The room blurred into hues of black and white, my vision slowly gave out, the room spinning in the background. A staggering lightheadedness overtook my mind and my eyes shut tight to a close.
What was going on? I had just finished taking a shower. I convinced myself that I was going to be okay, but once I entered my room I felt a sharp pain and my strength deteriorated.
15 minutes later and I thought this feeling would subside. I'm not gonna die, am I?
I can't die, I have a dick appointment tomorrow.
The room began to circle around me, my bones shook harder and a gross nausea bubbled in my throat. My tired breath racked against my ribcage, a heavy weight pressed against my chest.
Fuck. This is it, I'm going to die.
I was impenetrably feeble. I breathed deeply, inhaling and exhaling despite the movement making my bones shackle.
I mustered up every ounce of strength within myself to drink some water. I wasn't religious but I found myself muttering the words to a prayer I was taught as a child.
I can't die like this.
What a boring way to go.
My mind filed through different memories up until this point. It seemed so cliche but it was a safe haven to distract my thoughts from the unbearable pain that formed in my body.
Mustering up all the strength within me, I pulled myself up and clutched the frame of the bed. My hand swam through my sheets to find my phone. If I was about to die, I wasn't about to let my body rot here. I dialled the first person I could think of.
But before I could speak, my eyes slowly blacked out, the sound of her voice drowning out into silence on the other line.
YOU ARE READING
If You Go | h.s.|
FanfictionA low chuckle rose within me, growing into a wicked laughter. I threw my head back, still drowning in amusement almost forgetting my hands and feet were tied down. In a flash, he bent down in front of me and pressed the gun to my chest. "Do it, I d...
