pINKED-sneak peek(rewriting)

Chapter3-Ambulance

Nikki's pov

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Emile hit the ground fiercely and I heard a crack as her head struck the tiled floor underneath her. "EMILE!" I cried rushing to her side. Kneeling down I saw that she was out cold. Her eyes were shut and blood slowly trickled out of a cut in her head. The floor around her was pooled in blood. The tile floor had tiny cracks in it, spiderwebbing and cradling around her wounded head.

I started crying, the pain unbearable. My best friend ever since middle school might be dead. Then how stupid of me, was she really dead. I pulled my hair off to the side of my head and leaned into her face. I put my right ear to her mouth. A warm breath shot up moistening my ear. "SHE'S BREATHING, SHE'S ALIVE!"

I looked around at the group of people surrounding us. They stared at us looking like lunatics. "WHAT ARE YOU STANDING THERE. CALL 911!!!!!" The teenagers stood in a circle around us observing, not making the effort to call. Then that changed when a guy with black hair pulled out his phone and put it to his ear. He was dressed in a leather jacket and jeans, and he gave off a bad boy look but generous by phoning an ambulance. I heard him say stuff like there's a hurt girl and he said we were at Reference High School.

Now that that was dealt with I pulled my attention back to my best friend. Her poker straight, blonde hair was cocked in blood. "Stay with me Emile, don't leave me, I can't loose you." I whispered this to her even though she probably couldn't here me. But you never know because there are scientists that say, unconscious people are aware of what is going on around them.

About five minuets passed as I sat there with my dying best friend. Holding her small, cold and fragile hand, in mine, gripping it whispering all that she meant to me. The audience had subsided and i was left with about 8 people. Some were standing around looking, in a complete daze, and some were taking pictures and texting, except for one. The genuine dude with the black hair and leather jacket was crouched behind me, rubbing my back and comforting me. He was truly a nice guy but i wasn't in the mood for anybody to touch me. I went to go swipe his hand off, but could not bring myself enough strength to do so. I whimpered loudly blocking out his words not wanting to hear a thing. "She's alright, luv." but she wasn't all right I screamed blocking out his words as rage filled through me. I let go of Emile's hand and stood up straight my fists clenching.

"SHE IS NOT OKAY! DONT YOU DARE SAY THAT!" I turned around and stared him down.

"Whoa chill, I was just trying to make you feel better." That set me off, I ran into him and punched him repeatedly. Each fist filled with emotion as they pounded into his stomach. He stumbled backward when I threw my first hard punch, catching him by surprise as it knocked the breath out of him.

"You," punch, "are not," punch, "helping," punch, "me." My arms began to feel heavy the more I thought about my best friend. My arms fell down to my side as I backed down in defeat. Tears welled up and I started to fall forward overwhelmed, again, by sadness. The bad boy caught me in his arms and I wrapped my arms around his wide torso. All of my fury melted away, as I cried my eyes out onto his hard chest. I shakily peeled my upper body away from him and brought my trembling hand up to my flustered cheek. I wiped away the droplets falling down my warm face. "I'm sorry I shouldn't be wailing, and making a mess on your shirt."

The boy then took my hands and softly placed them back around him. Then he hugged me back "You really care about that girl, I can tell. Its alright to be scared and worried because she's going through something that you could lose her." 

He started stroking my back "ssshhh, its okay to cry," his soothing voice whispered in my ear. Wet patches covered his shirt and soon snot appeared as I wiped my stuffy nose him. "Ewwwww" that made my crack up laughing and sniffling. "Man are you ever an emotional hurricane today" I scowled at him, "oh apparently she can come up with more in just five minuets." I slapped him on the chest playfully, and his rock hard pecks left me to dwindle longer than I needed to. He looked at me danger filled in his eyes, I quickly snapped my hand away from his muscled figure and blushed furiously.

Thats when I heard it. The sirens.

The sirens sounded as the ambulance pulled into the parking lot. I snapped back to reality as my vision flew back to Emile. My eyes widened to saucers, how could I have let myself enjoy myself while my best friend was dying?

Paramedics rushed into the school trailing a stretcher behind them. The doors slammed as they travelled towards my friend lying motionless on the cold hard tiled floor. I pushed away from out of the boys embrace. I howled in agony as I stumbled to her side. My legs buckled and soon I was descending face first to the tile floor of the school. I felt strong arms wrap around my waist rescuing me from being in the same state as Emile. "Careful" the body behind the arms, probably the bad boy, scolded slash growled at me. He cautiously set me down as gentle as could be on my knees beside my best friends figure. I went to go hug her, with emotion, before they took her away from me, but before I could they pushed me aside to check her out. I desperately plunged through the humans surrounding Emile, but was blocked out by the 5 people and stretcher.

"EMILE!!!!" I screamed in anguish as they carefully picked her up and secured her to the stretcher. They wheeled her farther and farther, creating a greater distance between us, leaving me, on my knees, in shock, and in a mess. I stared after her unable to move, not having any momentum to get up and run, to my best friend. Gentle hands were placed under my sweaty and stinky armpits as they dragged me up off of my knees, helping me. As soon as the person had fully picked me up and my sneakered feet were flat touching the solid ground, they bear hugged me from behind. I made no move to do anything, I felt as lifeless as Emile was. The person, presumably the bad boy, scooped me up in bridal style, and carried my limp body towards the doors that slammed shut after my best friend left the building.

Pressing his back against the pushable entrance doors, he opened them to reveal the snowy outside. The chilly air hit me and I shivered. The siren turned on, the red and white flashing hurting my eyes, and the sound blaring in my ears. I felt a cold lonely tear left its place in my eye sockets, as I watched  the ambulance ripped out of the parking lot and into the night.

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By the way this chapter was more of a description one rather than talking. This chapter needs your imagination and it's all I really relied on. Thanks. 1273 words.

Wow I wrote this a long time ago.....so I am currently writing on commaful....a new website for writing SHORT stories. But I decided that I will continue on with this book...commaful enhanced my writing so the upcoming chapters will be better than all of these.......oh and I am thinking that I will write a lot of chapters before posting them that way you guys(which is probably no one because they deleted this story because it sounds lame and I took forever to update) will not have to wait so long for one chapter:) tell me what you think!
~TDOG16