November Dreams (M.C.)

Chapter Twenty-One

Everything faded in and out as I lingered in a place between light and dark.

The faint sounds of sirens buzzed in my ears as I felt my body hover in slow-motion. I thought I could hear the quiet murmur of voices as I felt my body being lifted up by several hands. Everything was fading in and out; I couldn't tell if I was alive, or if I was dead.

Please, God, just let me be dead. I can't take this life anymore.

I felt my body teetering along; the background noise fading in and out as I slipped back and forth between life and the sweet release of death that I so yearned for.

I felt my body start to become colder; a slight chill traveled up and down my spine. I thought this was it; I felt as if I were turning into a corpse and that my time had finally come.

Suddenly, I felt like I was slowing down and soon I felt the slight touch of hands all over me.

I was taken somewhere, I wasn't certain where exactly.

I kept thinking that I heard someone talking next to me. But as I felt a slight prick in he cold, bare skin of my arm, everything began to fade away; sounds, smells, even the ghost voice I was hearing. I let out a silent breath, finally fading away with the darkness.

It was time.

Time I left this world behind.

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CZARA'S POV

"Don't you quit on me! This isn't your time!" I screamed as I cradled her limp body in my arms. I sobbed into her hair as I pleaded with her not to leave. She wasn't ready to go. Not yet. No matter how bad she was feeling right now, it wasn't her time to leave all of this behind.

Paramedics busted through the doors in an instant, crowding around me and pulling her body out of my grasp. They hurriedly strapped her to a gurney and carried her into the ambulance. I followed quickly behind them and climbed in beside her.

As the sirens blared, we raced down the street towards the hospital.

I looked down at her still body. She looked like a mannequin; she looked like a stone and under all the tubes and the mask that was over her face, I hardly recognized her. But she was my best friend, and I wasn't ready to lose her.

I stared at her for a moment before tearing my eyes away. This was all too much; my body shook with violent sobs as I grabbed her hand. I could feel the heat escaping from her fingers; she was barely hanging on.

As we pulled up to the hospital and they rushed her inside, I made a promise. Not to anyone in particular, but it was a promise just the same.

Michael would never see her again; I would make sure of that.

Not after what he had caused.

Again.