I pushed and pushed. I went as hard as I could, for as long as possible in the only way I knew how.
I continued grinding my teeth through the pain in attempt to stifle the sounds that were desperately trying to escape my no longer soft, pink lips.
A tight feeling in my jaw and the lingering taste of iron prevented the noises from leaving, effectively cutting off my words to the world.
I began blinking in a delayed manner to make sure the tears weren't pushed out, while staring at the ceiling, in hopes that no one would notice my glazed over dark-brown eyes threatening to spill oceans.
I clenched my two hands in a meek fist to stop my arms from shaking as another hour ticked by.
Five more did and my muscles screamed in the agony of holding their limbs weight, the weight of me, and the weight of my world.
I knew I had to keep going, hours still remained in the day. So,
I pushed and pushed.
My muscles screamed until they were hoarse, until the feeling of a numb paralysis swept over my body.
My dark eyes spilled warm, salt tasting water that left glossy tracks on my lightly freckled cheeks, proving to the world I couldn't hold them back, and that they had fallen.
My dried-cracked lips broke, bleeding crimson, iron tasting liquid and clear sharp sounding cries.
I pushed.
Until I finally pushed too hard.
AN: Written by me
