My face was numb, and it inflated like a red balloon. My view went black.. Hours passed and I could feel my leg pumping in it's place.. My face awoke from it's slumber as my mouth was drowned in an oxygen mask. My ears filled with noises of an ICU. The sounds vibrated and pumped..
My face shook as I began to shiver coldly. My eyes opened, softly, like a fluffy, green and starving caterpillar. My breath went back to normal as I slowly inhaled.. and exhaled with the help of a large, oxygen mask hovering over my face like a yellow hoverboard. I tried to speak. But it was impossible.. My words died as I tried to let them out, like hungry orange and yellow lions, furiously trying to exit from their cage.
"hey." A sympathetic voice overflowed my ears. David spoke up to me.. Darrian's bestfriend. He was DD Osama, and he let out a nervous speech. "Are you okay?" He wondered as he spoke, curiously awaiting for an answer. "mm" my words couldn't escape my lips, they were trapped inside as they begged to escape.. Like preys who were caught by their hunter.
"oh.. I see.." he uttered as he rubbed my tattooed arm.. And once again spoke up. "you can't talk, right?" He seemed to feed his confusion, as it slowly turned into a more neutral expression. I asked my body to get up.. but a razor blade pain attacked me as I tried.
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Teen Fictionstoryline: Zea is a single mother who's boyfriend is Darrian aka//sugarhill ddot, she had a 1 year old daughter named Zina, but they all live happily until..
