songs
the first stone - sir sly
el no te da - dasoul
can't feel my face - the weeknd
#icanteven - the neighbourhood
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"perrin wake up. perrin! perrin i'm not kidding get up right now." my eye slowly forces it's way open and the light blinds me. my vision slowly focuses and it finally clears enough for me to focus on cleo's face. she's leaning over me in pajamas and her hair is a mess.
"cleo...," i lift my hands to rub my eyes, "what the hell are you doing? i was trying to sleep." she rolls her eyes at me and steps back from my face. "do you even know where you are?! you scared the shit out of me i actually thought you were dying-," she keeps ranting and i sit myself up and take a look at my surroundings.
cleo has dark circles under her eyes that are barely noticeable with her mid tone skin. her black hair is pulled up in a messy bun and she has no makeup on for once. okay so she was worried. i don't even need to look around the room to know it's a room in the infirmary at school. the bed is partially uncomfortable and crinkles every time i move. it also always smells like licorice and pubescent sexual tension and that puts me off for some reason.
i spent a good part of my freshman year here trying to get out of my calculus class. and a lot more after alex. oh god, alex. i forgot about him for a second.
"hey what's wrong? i was just kidding about all that ranting. really it's okay," cleo starts. last night quickly floods back into my head and i remember going to the spot where alex died. and it's too much for me to handle.
my hands start to shake and my breathing becomes ragged and i can't get enough air in. "oh fuck, can we get a nurse in here she's hyperventilating!" cleo grabs my hand and tries to still my shaking. i feel so out of control as my body shuts down and tears keep flowing and my lungs stop working.
is this what he felt like? my body rejects the thought and my mouth gasps for air. a nurse (i assume) runs into the room and straps some weird breathing device over my mouth. air slowly comes back into my system and my hands stop shaking. "she'll be okay it was just a panic attack," the nurse tells cleo. "thank god, i was worried she was dying." "i'm going to put her on anesthetic to try and calm her down some more. also don't sass me or i'll put you under as well."
my brain starts to float into a warm welcoming, fog and my body goes weightless. only one thought keeps me weighed down, alex.
alex.
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sorry i need to write moreeeee. fun fact cleo is from the middle east and there will probably only be three or four characters in this book because once you add more than three it gets to be confusing.
spain is so freaking cool. i had frescas con nata (strawberries and cream) and it was so beautiful. and so are the boys. and so is everything omg i don't want to leave.
please comment and tell me what you think... you know if you exist.
update: cleo is the stunning neelam johal (she fits how i imagine cleo so well it's a little scary)
YOU ARE READING
since.
Short Story// since he's been gone, there's a cold side of the bed. since he left, I don't know how to handle myself. since he died, I died a little too. \\
