How To Stay Afloat (BxB)

Chapter 144: Finally over

Double update because I split up the chapter into two and I'm on sick leave today, so I feel like I need something to feel productive. Clicking on the publish button is considered being prodctive, right?

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I'm still on the cold ass floor with tape all over my face, keeping me from breathing and Austin is lying next to me high off his mind. Both of us helpless and no help for the other.

I open my mouth as wide as I can and rub my chin over my shoulder as hard as possible in an attempt to get the tape off. Wetting the tape with my tongue is my best attempt to free myself.

Just as I feel like I'm gonna pass out I can feel it finally lift a little on the corner of my mouth and I blow air out through the tiny hole. Feeling my chest burning so fucking bad.

"Sammy!" I can hear Austin mumble beside me.

I hope he's okay. Fuck.

I suck in a breath as hard as I can and finally feel my lungs fill with a bit of oxygen and the ringing in my ears instantly goes away a little.

I accidentally choke a little on my puke and start coughing. Real coughing! I feel a bit of puke coming up and now breathing is easier.

The black in my vision stays.

I lay without moving, just concentrating on getting air in and swallowing all the vomit that was in my mouth. Yup, definitely a highlight of my life, eating my own puke.

I can feel the tape move with every breath I take. It's a tiny opening, feels like breathing through a tiny straw.

Austin mumbles my name next to me.

I roll back over and see that Austin's hand is reaching out to me.

He's lying with his cheek on the ground and he looks like he's really fucking high and not able to really move any further.

I move my head forward so I can feel Austin's fingers on my cheek.

If we're all gonna survive this I'll maybe start believing in god. Yeah. I'll go to church and thank this fictional character because I almost gave up hope on being saved.

Okay. No. That's a lie. But I won't ever take being alive for granted again. Everytime I feel bad and feel like dying I'll remember how hard I fought to survive.

I deserve a break. We all deserve a big fucking break.

Austin groans and moves his fingers a little, trying to lift the tape further. But the tape is wrapped around my whole head so tightly that it's not easy to remove. Austin's fingers are barely moving and I can tell his fingers have no strength at all, his whole arm slumping down.

I move my head so he can lift up where the tape is already loose. I'm able to breathe now, but I still feel fucking dizzy and light headed and I don't get a lot of air in.

I appreciate the attempt of him to help, but his hand is now just weakly stroking my cheek as he looks at me with a pained expression, one eye closed, the other only halfway open.

It feels good to feel his soft, warm hand on my face. I wish I could tell him it's alright, but everything is spinning and I feel my head thumping loudly.

Fuck. Why is my vision turning black now again?

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I don't know how much time passes, but I must have passed out because I suddenly get woken up by what sounded like gunshots.