Breathless

Chapter 1

Lola's POV:

I woke this morning to a weird feeling.

Something was going to happen today, I don't know what but I could feel it. It was a gut twisting feeling and darkness followed it plowing through my chest.

I've never really felt this way before. Maybe once or twice, but that doesn't matter cause the feeling is so disturbing that I feel as almost if I'm suffocating on nothing. My mind doesn't work with my body and I can feel my lungs tighten, trying to grasp even the tiniest bit of air.

Trying to push it aside the best I could, I unhappily swung my legs from under my sheets, exposing them to the lack of heat in my room.

I checked the time to see it was 10:54am.

'10:54am?'. That's weird I usually never sleep that late.

I did my daily routine of going to the bathroom, brushing my teeth, washing my face, and fixing my hair. There was only one thing left to do.

My head slowly turned to the big white bottle of medium sized pink pills. My name in bold black with my birth date and the name of the medicine.

           Lexapro
For anxiety. Take two before and after bed. Talk to your doctor if Lexapro is good for you. Side effects may include dizziness, nausea, migraines, and/or bloating. Take as instructed.

( A/N I do not know this actual medicine I made up the side effects and got the name off of google :) )

             I rolled my eyes at myself. 'Don't be pathetic Lola'

    I grabbed the white bottle, expertly twisting the child proof cap off with ease and shook two pills into my palm, easily throwing them into my mouth and swallowing them without water. I put the bottle down and made my way downstairs for breakfast.

      My feet slowly glided across the wooden floor boards, making them creek little. Walking into the kitchen I was met with the smell of black coffee, and my father sitting at the table with his phone in his hand.

My bare feet touched the freezing tiles causing a shiver to go up my spine.
"Morning honey, you hungry. There's some bacon I made in the microwave and toast still in the toaster." Dad said slowly taking in my body language, trying to see if I'm having a good day or a bad one.

He doesn't know I know he does this, but I don't blame him. My moods are like looking out side your car door window while driving and seeing all the other cars zip past you in a colorful blur.

I nod my head "Thanks dad. Aren't you supposed to be at work?" It was past 10 and that's usually when he leaves for work.

My dad works for an Architect company. He draws the designs and talks to the customers what they want done. So it's weird to see him not at work.

    "Well my boss called me and told me that he was closing today because of a serious family issue. So I'm off. Do you have any plans today honey? Maybe we can go somewhere and have father/daughter time." Dad said with a big goofy smile on his face. I rolled my eyes in a joking way.

    "No I don't have anything planed. That would be nice to have a father/daughter day." My smile got bigger as his did. He nodded and started to ask me what we wanted to do while I put butter on my slightly warm toast and put the bacon on a plate. Pouring my self a glass of water.

  "Hey lets go to that new trail in the forest off of Berkly and 5th. I heard from a couple of runners that it's absolutely beautiful and so peaceful. We could get ice cream on the way." He suggested.