The Diary Of A Broken Teenage Girl

11 (And A Little Bit More)

If I should go, hold my hands
If I should leave, darling come for me, please
I know we'd hate to think about it
But it's as real as you and me.
As real as you and me - Rihanna

  Chrissy had started skipping school and even though I hated the fact that she had to put on a fake attitude in school, I still hated the fact that I couldn't see her. I wasn't sure if it was for the better or the worse, I mean, it was good for her, so she could take a break from all the crap she'd been through, but then again, i wasn't sure if her demon uncle was aware, I mean, he would kill her if he knew that she was skipping school, but then again, he might actually not care. I mean, predictable as the man could be, sometimes, he could do the unpredictable.

  So, I'd gone to see her after school.

  Her room was empty when I got in and I wondered where she'd gone. I mean, she wasn't allowed to go out. And then I panicked. What if she'd run away? What if they'd killed her? What if they'd sent her away? 

  A lot of what ifs ran through my head as I called her phone, pacing rounds and round the room.

  She wasn't picking.

  But that wasn't the problem.

  The problem was that the phone was ringing right there in the room. And then I panicked again. What if she had actually run away? What if she was laying dead somewhere? I mean.... This is Chrissy we're talking about here. She's been doing a bunch of crazy stuff of recent. Scary crazy stuff.

  With that thought in my head and so much fear in my heart, I followed the sound of the ringtone. Into the bathroom. Only to confirm my worst fears.

  Chrissy laying in the bathroom tub. No, scratch that. Chrissy drowning in the bathtub.

  I shrieked and ran to the tub, dropping my phone in the process. I didn't have the time to think or do anything. I just pulled her lifeless body out of the tub. Her thin white night dress was soaked and clung to her like she was it's life line. Placing two fingers on her collar bone, I felt for pulse.

  No pulse?

  I was bat shit scared, but all thanks to the lifeguard lessons I'd taken last summer, I knew what to do.

  I just placed her on her back, on the tiled, now wet bathroom floor. Then I placed the heel of my left hand on the centre of her chest, at her nipple line, then I placed my right hand on my left hand and pushed.

  “C'mon, Chrissy," I cried as I continued the chest compressions, letting her chest rise completely in between pushes and occasionally I checked for her pulse again. I continued this routine, until she started breathing.

  I heaved a sigh of relief.

  That was close.

  I helped her out of the damp dress, into dry clothes and helped her into bed.
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  Okay..... So I was able to write the drowning and resuscitation..... Phew!
  Honestly, I don't know anything about resuscitation of drowned people, and had to use whatever information I got from the internet, so I wouldn't advice you to try this at home.
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