Oakley Arison, she had so much yet nothing all at the same time. Bleeding into her chords, she promised that she would make their deaths worth something. That she would be exceptional. The posh well known lifestyle and pretentious foster parents was...
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The water jolts my senses as I jump in through the cracked surface, the thrashing around stopping as the water evens out around my movements.
"Dev...dev" I yelled out while spinning around trying to find him. I plunged my head under the surface trying to find him but the darkness under the ice creates a blanket of emptiness.
Bubbles emerge to the surface suddenly after a few moments. My eyes widen as I dive underneath, finding Devin sinking deeper. I swim quickly after him, warmness starting to invade my bodies senses.
Grabbing his arm I yank him upwards and toward the surface of the water, hearing sirens in the background and the 911 operator still on the line trying to talk to me while the phone lays on the ice. I hold his body so his head is above water, tapping his cheek repeatedly to try and help him gain consciousness.
"No no no Devin, wake the fuck up" I plead holding him up. My ear goes toward his mouth not hearing him breathe. Pulling us out of the water and onto the ice I lay him on his back.
I quickly begin cpr and mouth to mouth hearing the sirens get closer.
"No.. wake up Devin, don't fucking leave me."
His ribs crack beneath my hard compressions trying to bring him back.
His skin white, lips blue and chest still.
He isn't breathing. He's dead.
Devin's dead.
"Don't you fucking leave, come back to me" I scream out while tears stream from my eyes as I continued cpr.
Tires screech to a stop behind me, loud chatter and yelling muffled behind my thoughts. EMT's rush over pulling me away.
"No no stop, let me go. he's fine. You're fine dev. He just needs to wake up." I plead as I'm pulled into a workers embrace, them hugging me from behind, my back against their chest as I watch them stop compressions on Devin, looking at him and then me. There expressions saying enough as I try getting back to him but the worker holds me back.
"Let me go. Please let me go to him" I cried out to no avail.
It's my fault, his death is my fault.
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