Jacob black y/n

Darkness

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!!"

I hear a deep grumbly voice of a man swearing in the darkness. I can't see anything at all, there's only his voice. It doesn't sound like the voice of a man, like a mature man. It sounds like a young man. Late teens maybe, his voice did crack at the last fuck.

"Please no, no, NO, NO!"

I start to feel a rhythmic pumping in my chest. As the pumping goes on, a painful sharp sensation starts to climax into a pinnacle.
The pain is surrounding me in the darkness, consuming me.

Then like god sent it, I see a blob in the distance, moving up and down.
I squint.
I can't see it. I need to get closer, plus maybe it will take away the pain that's surrounding me if I get closer.
I start walking though what feels like nothing. There's nothing below my feet or around me.
Just pure deeps darkness other for the object that's getting closer as I walk.

I feel the pain getting more pronounced as I get closer, like the pain in right where the object is.

As I approach the blob, it becomes more clear what I'm looking at.

I see a masculine figure on his knees facing away from me going up and down. To be honest he looks like he's giving compressions on someone in front on him.
A strong muscular, tanned back leading up to a thick neck and a head of thick black hair.

All I want to do is run my hands through his hair and tug it.

"Please don't leave me. Please don't leave. Come back." He whispers as he continues to give CPR to someone who's in front of him.

I can't see who. I need to change my view.

I walk around him to get a look at who he was trying to save.

I take a look and I feel vomit come to my mouth and I almost puke all over him and the victim.

Dead. I lay there dead in front of him.

I'm sheet white, paler then paper it looks like. I look extra pale with his hands on my chest, trying to pump be back to life. My lips were the creepiest saddest shade of blue, and the blue crept into my undertones to make me look like a pale blue colour instead of white.

My eyes were open, bloodshot red, making the colour is my eyes look unrealistically alive compared to my dead figure.

I realize what was happening. This man was trying to  bring me back alive.

No. What is he doing!!!????

WHAT IS HE DOING!!!!! NO STOP!!!!!!!

I open my mouth to scream. Then like a quick click of a pen, I'm put into the point of view on me dead.
And I'm puking up water.

And I'm no longer surrounded by darkness.

Tears are streaming down my face.

The man pulls me up into a sitting stance, wrapping one arm around my stomach and the other one was holding my hair. He's so strong he moved me like I was a feather.

A weightless feather.

He leans me over so I can caught up the water that is infused in my lungs.

"It's okay. Just keep coughing. Get it out. Please. Please. Everything's going to be okay. I promise just keep coughing."

I didn't realize but his mouth is pressed against my ear. His face is pressed against the back/side of my face. His breath is warm, his arms are so warm around me.

I didn't notice but I was leaning into his circle of warmth.

I didn't notice but I think I stopped barfing up water.

"Good girl. That's my girl. Everything's gonna be okay."  He whispers in my ear.

Everything about him felt safe. His voice. His embrace. Everything. I leaned into him, feeling his presence completely and utterly
consume me.

Then everything goes black.