HeRo (Sⓗort Stⓞrⓘⓔs)

GLASSES pt.2

GLASSES pt.2

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"Breathe!"

I felt something pound on my chest, and then a deep breath filled my lungs. I coughed instantaneously, and my body lurched forward.

I threw up all the contents of my stomach.

I gagged again, and felt my raw palm touch soft grass. Why was there grass underneath me?

My eyes were squeezed shut, but I could feel others presences behind me.

I slowly opened my eyes, and when I looked up, I saw a man in in a firefighter outfit. The man was on his knees next to me, his helmet beside us in the weeds. We sported the yellow suit that most of the fire fighters wore, his face covered in sweat and dirt. He looked relieved, then nodded to some people behind him who cheered. The firemen smiled and clapped my back.

"Its nice to see you breathing, Fawn," he uttered jovially. "I'm Mic Harris."

"What happened?" I asked shakily.

"You saved that boys life, Fawn," the firefighter said. Around Mic, his body grew a bright white. I blinked twice, and the color dissipated as if it was never there.

"You're a hero, Miss Fawn. Everyone is proud of you. The entire school was waiting for you to wake up. The young man is still comatose."

I looked around me and sure enough, the school was behind the man, all looking at me with worried eyes, and tear stained faces. Worst of all, their bodies were covered in a dark pink that wouldn't fade. It reminded me of the lights I had seen when trying to escape. Suddenly a loud noise interrupted my thoughts. "Where's my daughter! Fawn! Fawn, where are you!" My head whippedupto the side to see my mother. He hair was disheveled, eyes red and puffy; noticeable from even the distance between us. Her normal work clothes were wrinkled. I called out to her, my voice raspy.

She locked eyes with me and ran towards me, pushing the firefighter away, jumping into my arms, sobbing. "I thought I lost you," she whispered in broken English.

I patted her back and rested my head around her dark-pink light covered body. She was worried. My own tears welled up and dribbled down her shirt.

"I though I was g-gonna die, mommy!" I exclaimed into her ear. She only shook harder in despairity.

She pulled back to look at my face, and then froze.

"Where's your glasses?"

I felt at my face and noticed, I didn't have them, yet I could see fine.

"I broke them in a fall..." I realized.

The glasses.

The light.

They were connected.

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As a kid, I had always been forced to wear my glasses. It was always my parents first priority.

And now, they were gone in a tumultuous fire.

The first day I entered the hospital, I wasn't allowed to visit him. The boy who had tried to save me, but in the end I saved him. The second day I was there, I began to visit him. When my parents would leave, their saddened gaze lingering on my face, I'd take the chance to visit Micah. I learned from the doctor who would pop in every now and then that his name was Micah Ackman. Every time I came over, no one was ever over. I figured his family just always happened to leave when I came.