The Boy From The Basement

Love

I dug my hands into the edge of the step and tried to push myself up. I grunted as I used all my strength to get myself to stand up. Just as my legs straightened, they began shaking and my knees gave way. My knees crashed into the stairs and I went flying down the stairs. The part of my spine that I had fallen on throbbed, and sent a shock all the way down both my legs. I hadn't yet realised how numb my legs felt, and I was beginning to notice that I wasn't able to properly move them. I was just a few centimetres away from Trent's unconscious body. I used my arms to pull my body towards him, my legs dragged on the floor behind me, feeling half paralysed.
Trent's face was slightly more pale than before. I rested two of my fingers onto his neck to check for a pulse. I waited for a while until finally, I felt one small, slow pulse. He wasn't breathing, but luckily he was still alive. I sighed in relief, before forcing my legs to bend so I could sit up. I knew what I had to do.
I placed my hands on top of one another and rested them onto his chest. I then began pounding my hands onto his chest, counting each time I did. I proceeded to pound onto his chest 30 times. After the 30, I took in a huge breath and leaned my head towards his. I watched as his chest slowly raised in response to the CPR. I then pinched his nose, tilted his chin up and put my lips to his. I breathed into his mouth, hoping my air would get into his lungs. I took my lips away and stared at him to see if it had done anything. After waiting for a few seconds, but nothing happened. I then put my lips back to his and breathed into his mouth again. Still, no reaction. Tears filled my eyes as I thought that what I had done was not enough to save him. I then put my hands back onto his chest and continued to pound.  After 6 times, Trent's eyes flung open and he gasped for air. I laughed in relief and took my hands away from his chest and put them onto his face. I rested my head gently on his chest and sighed in relief. Trent was still gasping for air and getting his breath back. His hand then lifted and rested on my back. He sighed and lifted his head to look at me.
"Carly," he choked.
He coughed and his hand stroked my back. I lifted my head up, and looked at his unhealthily pale face. We both smiled at each other and laughed happily.
"You saved me," he said gently.
His gentle voice was so soothing and attractive. A tear ran down my cheek and he used is thumb to wipe it away.
"How did you do it?" he asked kindly.
"I did CPR, you weren't breathing, it was the only way to save you." Of course, Trent looked at me blankly.
"CPR. It's a thing you do when someone's heart isn't beating or when their not breathing. In your case, you weren't breathing and your heart was barely beating."
"How do you do CPR?"
"Well, you put your hands onto the persons chest, you then
push down 30 times and then breath air into the mouth 2 times to get air in their lungs."
Trent looked at me thoughtfully. He then huffed and smirked.
"My first kiss and I wasn't even awake to see it happen," he joked. Then, as I looked into his green marble eyes, which I have loved for so long, I leaned forward and placed my lips onto his, this time not with the intention of saving his life.

It was weird in a way, but also magical. Our lips connected like puzzle pieces, as if they were meant to be together. His lips were soft and gentle, yet cold, thin and slightly scabbed. We embraced the kiss for a while, before he put both his hands onto my back. He sat up and his hands went behind my neck. He pulled me in closer and I moved my hands into his hair. It was matted and greasy, not the most attractive thing ever, but who was I to care. I loved this boy. His thumb stroked behind my neck and soon, we both pulled away. Our foreheads rested on one another and we both breathed heavily. "Just to make things clear, the CPR didn't count as a first kiss," I joked.
He chuckled and his cold breath brushed my face.
"How so?"
"Well first of all you were unconscious and it was a life saving technique."
Trent laughed and shook his head. His hands rested on the sides of my neck and my hands fell to the sides of his head.
"Well I broke my promise," I sighed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he mumbled.
I pulled away from him and crossed my arms.
"I promised that we wouldn't get caught," I sighed, looking down.
I was disappointed in myself that my plan failed, and that I let Trent get hurt. It killed me to see Trent get hurt by Mike.
"It's not your fault okay, I refused to leave when you asked me to." "Yeah but still, I should have been more careful."
I rested my hands in one another and twisted my fingers around. Trent then placed his cold, dirty hands over mine and stroked them with his thumb.
"We knew this was gonna be risky. There was always a chance that we would get caught, whether they found out we escaped or they saw us. Thanks to you, I found out all the secrets to my past."
He used one hand to lift up my face, so that I was looking at his. My teary eyes looked into his, he looked at me with comfort and kindness. I couldn't help but smile, and I pulled his forehead back to mine.