My Last Breath

Chapter 20- just leave me alone

Jogging back to my house, I walk to my room, grab a water bottle and take a swig. Setting it down on my desk, I jump on my bed and dive for the nearest pillow. Screaming, I lay on my back and think "I know who I like, and that's not going to change anytime soon." Putting my hands over my eyes, I close my eyes and softly bite my lip. Figuring out things is hard, especially when it involves a guy. No matter how hard you try, you can't make a certain person like you in that way. It's just not done, they have to like you for who you are. It's not some silly guessing game. Or is it?

  Yawning, my eyes lightly close and I fall asleep in 10 minutes.
I wake up in a lit room and gasp, "where am I?" Blinking several times. I realize where I am. Thee room where my accident happened. "Finally, you made it." A deep voice breaks the ice and stares at me with his crystal blue eyes. Pushing myself up, I look around and see the container and mumble "you know where I had my accident?" He nods, "of course I do darling. I was there, remember?"
Hard to see because of the bright light, I sat up on the cold, white floor and glared up at him. He smiles and kneels next to me, "don't you remember how it all happened babe?" Shrugging "bits and pieces really," he whips his head around as I see a small skull tattoo on the back of his neck. Seeing a glimpse of this blonde hair, I tilt my head "why do you look so familiar to me?" Turning around, he sighs "figure it out you twit!" Slapping me hard, I turn my cheek and gasp. It's all coming back to me now. "M-Marco?"
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Opening my eyes, I scream and suddenly feel really hot. Putting a hand to my forehead, I look at it. Sweating was not something I did normally after a dream. Sitting up, I clench my teeth and whisper his name. Making a fist, I sigh "I'm done with him. I know how I feel about Bruce and that's not going to change." Holding a hand to my heart, I can feel it's fast pumping and take many breathes to slow it down. Getting out of bed, I crack my back and my phone buzzes. Looking at it, I gulp "almost here, about 2 hours away."