I Will Survive

<Chapter 2> Conversion of Words

As we all sat on the couch, we as in my friends and the Chandler Riggs, we said nothing. It was just a few minutes of awkward silence and me staring into his beautiful crystal blue eyes. They were so beautiful. Gazing into them made me feel as if I was looking into a deep, shinning ocean of preposterous proportions. Looking at his lips was one of the oddest thing that I have ever done. While I stared at his luscious and freshly moisturized lips he started to break the silence.

"While I was outside I heard that you needed a sweater," he said as I suddenly froze in the terror that my suicidal plan could be finally revealed by Chandler Riggs, "I could go with you if you want me too."

"Oh," I said blushing, "I guess so."

We started to walk to my room and I told him to wait outside for a second. I quickly got into my room and stopped moving. I had just realized what I was about to do, and that my friends and Chandler Riggs saved my life. I didn't have time to get everything back to normal in my room, so I just got the sweater down from the fan by climbing on the chair that I was going to hit out from under me. While I tugged the sweater down I started to pull harder and harder. Getting frustrated, I pulled with too much strength and ripped the sweatshirt off of the fan with started to swing loosely.

"Are you okay in there," I heard Chandler's voice pierce my pure fear, "do you need any help?"

"No, I don't think so," I said when the I saw the fan start to break nearly completely loose. I screamed and then saw a nearly glowing Chandler Riggs in my door rushing into my room to help. He yelled for help even though I didn't feel anything.

"I don't hurt, I am fine," I said with full sincerity.

"No you aren't," Chandler said in a panic as Jack, Emily and Brooke ran in.

They all seemed to stop and became silent while Chandler kept telling them to call 911. While he did that, I raised my head to look down on my lying body and it hit me. The fan had actually hit me. While realizing that I had been in shock the pain struck, and I screeched in pain. I tried to wiggle out from under the fan, but Chandler stopped me to get it off himself. As I saw his muscles flex as he lifts the fan my vision starts to fade to black.