Almost You

Free-Fallin'

Chapter 47

There are moments, in life, where you're entire world feels like its in free-fall.

So much can happen in a single second, when you are pinned down by the invisble restraints, screaming and struggling, but it will always be like theres that wall keeping you in silence.

A single second, can change your life completly. When time is blurred, slipping through your fingertips--- theres that moment where it changes. A second is all it takes, to tip over the edge, to have your world come crashing down around you, for a heart to stop beating.

And you're stuck there, just watching as everything is crumbling aroung you-- the invisible restraints tying you back.

It was like watching the scene from an out-of-body perspective. I couldn't control myself, or thoughts, or actions.

Blue and Red lights flashed across the wet pavement. White shoes squeaked across, and big black boots ran in haste through the shallow puddles. My vision was blurred. My own socks were still dry, propped up on the end of my stretcher, and my vision focused.

There was a huge, crushing weight, limiting my breathing. I gasped in breathy gulps, trying to feed my lungs. My body was numb, to feel the pain that was flushed through my numb body.

I lifted my head off of a flat, thin pillow. My head spun with a tremoundous amount of pain. There was two nurses, holding onto either side of a stretcher. My stretcher.

My eyes scanned the parking lot in alarm. I was being pulled away from the building. My apartement.

Something inside me was screaming, that this wasn't good. And I wasn't implying the scene. I meant being pulled away.

I didn't hear anything, the stern voices by shocked nurses were muffled as I swung my legs over the side of the stretcher. An underwater sensation.

My vision blurred, shook, then doubled. I was slow, for a moment, staring in shock at the two-headed nurse who was talking to me. I didn't hear her, her voice sounded far away.

I pushed myself off onto the pavement, water soaking through my socks. My knees buckled, and my ankle trembled, but I stayed on my feet. A scream of pain ripped through me, I pushed it away, my teeth ground together.

I felt a pair of cold hands grip my arm. I pulled myself away desperatly, and wrenched my arm back, feeling fingernails bite deep into my skin as they raked over my arm, trying to stop me in haste.

My feet were running, my legs were shaking. But it was like I was running through mud. Blood pounded in my ears until it was all I could hear. 

My eyes were fixed on the building dead ahead. 

Something was wrong. The building swayed, then shook. I blinked, shaking my head. I just had to make it up there.

I could feel my self being swayed, and I struggled to retain myself. I found myself running again.

I skidded to a half stop, my feet sloshing in the puddles. Wind whipped my cheeks, making my hair swirl across my head. I stared in shock as the thing that stopped me passed directly infront of me.

It was like a deer watching a car speed straight by it, winded from the near-death collision. But the Stretcher wouldn't of hit me, that wasn't why I stood still.

A yellow stretcher came into my direct line of vision. A famlair face with cold eyes stared blankly into the marble grey sky, a limp hand was hanging over the egde.

My eyes followed the cold, limp body as it was wheeled hastily away. A bulky doctor and two clipped nurses were pushing him through the parting crowd, shouting orders that was sharp and fuzzy to my numb mind.