Song: bloodstream- Ed Sheeran
I coughed violently as the poisoned air made its way to my lungs. Thick black smoke surrounded me like a blanket. I wanted to run. but felt paralyzed in this corner of my room. Frozen and forced to watch as my world burned to Ash.
My eyes watered and blurred as the room swayed beneth me. I felt a burn on my arm and let out a strangled scream. Standing up as the rational part of my brain kicked in. I tried in failed attempts to see through the thick fog of smoke. But it was no use.
I was trapped.
Ethan's POV
I stood at the front door of the apartment Beth had ran into a few moments ago. Would she be mad if I just came in?. I had been knocking for a few minutes now, but is seemed like no one was home.
I looked down and saw a steam of smoke slipping beneth the door and panicked.
Pushing open the door I ran into the apartment. Smoke clouded my vision as I tripped over what I thought was furniture falling with a hard thud on the ground. Feeling a sharp pain through my arm I stood up and tried to navigate my way through the enclosed space. Then I herd it.
Violent coughing came from my right. I didn't have time to think before I burst into the door. I saw her laying on the ground in a fetal position, her eyes screwed shut and her hands clutching her chest. I swooped down and picks her up using my body as a shield against the flames and ash.
Making my way out of the apartment,i ran with panicked breaths to my car. I laid her quickly but gently in the car before driving off to the nearest hospital. Although it was a short drive but seemed to take forever.
I tried to stay calm as the hospital staff took in Beth. She couldn't die. Not when we had just met. She couldn't die.
Beth's POV
I couldn't breath.
I felt myself being lifted. Maybe to someplace else. Somewhere safe. Maybe with James and dad. The thought dulled the pain for a moment. But only for a moment. I was hit with the cool air as I struggled to open my eyes.
My lungs hurt. My eyes hurt. My head hurt.
Everything hurts.
-
-
I'm not sure why I chose to publish this. It's been a draft for a very long time. I'm not sure about this story either actually. But I once heard that all art is subconscious, so I guess this story was for me.
(The grammar is HORRIBLE. I apologise for 13ish year old me )
YOU ARE READING
Don't let go
General FictionMummy isn't home today. She's said she was going to be gone for the whole weekend. I don't like it when mummy leaves. There's no one to read to me. After eating ALL my spaghetti at dinner i ran up the stairs to daddy's room to ask if he could read t...
