Crimson Kisses

Prologue- Can't Hold My Body Down

James

"Chanel," I thought I called out and it felt like I was moving even though I was flat on my back. My eyes were practically glued shut and there was so much air in my lungs that it wouldn't allow me to scream her name. "Chanel..." I struggled to get out and I ended up roughly coughing.

"We need oxygen!" a woman screamed and it forced my eyes open to see scrolling lights above me. The woman the voice had come from looked like she was swaying back and forth with her lanyard tapping against my singed arm, and it struck pain up to my shoulder. She placed a rubber mask over my mouth and nose and a strong gust of air flushed my lungs and made me cough even harder. "Let's go! I need a hundred CCs of saline!" she shouted, and two sets of hands lifted me onto a bed. It was evident that I was in a hospital.

I reached out at nothing in particular but I know for a fact I was trying to get someone's attention. Instead of saying something to me another nurse gently laid my arm across my chest and said, "Sir, we're going to have to remove your clothes, okay?"

I wish I could trust her calm blue eyes but I had other issues. "Chanel!" I squeezed out of my lungs.

A man placed his hands on my chest and ordered, "He's going to need an anesthetic! He's having hallucinations and he's murmuring!"

The last thing I remembered was fire and screaming for her. I don't know what the hell was going on or why, and I don't even know who called for help, but I do know that I was here and she wasn't.

That girl was the love of my life and nothing and no one can replace her. She was so sweet and innocent. At least the memories could help defuse the pain but it wouldn't stop me from thinking the worse that if I made it out alive then she didn't.

"Chanel!" I screamed as loud as I could and the doctor pushed my chest down again when I tried to lean up.

"Sir, we're giving you something to help you relax, okay?" he asked me.

As soon as I parted my lips to say something to him the room began to go dark and the sound of the heart monitor I hadn't known I was attached to sounded off. It meant that I was going home to my maker without her. This couldn't be. I was sure that no grave could hold my body down. Especially not before I saw her one last time, kissed her one last time, held her one last time or at least said my goodbyes. We had one hell of a road we trekked together. I only hoped that it wasn't my fault if she met the same fate I did.