My Last story: It begins with beautitty

My last minutes.

Crimson blood leaks from chest soaking in my shirt. And, I just sit typing away at the keyboard wincing at the stinging and the dizziness from the blood loss. I must tell my story. I must. For me,  an innocent teenage girl...is dying.

It was late at night, I was typing away on my computer switching from homework to a chatroom I was part of. The chatroom consisted of two friends whom I was close too. I can't quite recall the conversation, my head is getting very...dizzy. So, as I sat there doing homework a message popped up it's read: EMMA has posted to........ I smiled, I should reply I thought. Alas! My internet was being slow. I stood to go to the living room where the internet was faster. I took a step forward and my foot felt suddenly quite strange. It had fallen asleep! Before I knew it, as I took another step I was falling forward! My life flashed before my eyes! I frantically tried to grab hold of something the computer tumbled to the floor in seemingly slow motion and landed with a tiny thump! But I hit the metal frame of a bookshelf, I crashed into it CRACK! The sharp edge of the rickety frame stabbed my boob. I gasped in pain and the frame wobbled projecting me into the wall BANG! My head hit the wall. My vision went dark, My grandma came in quickly. Her eyes trailed from the computer on the floor to me kneeled over in pain. "Is the computer okay?" I nodded "Is it okay?!?" she asked again "Yes...It is fine." I managed to gasp out. "It was I who made those horrendous noises." She opened up the laptop, not believing me. I sighed with relief as the lock screen flashed on the screen, it was a breathtaking view of a cliff and sharp waves that cut across the shores of its rocky edges. Mr grandma walked to the living room and set the laptop on the desk. She saw me clutching my boob, "I hope that doesn't leave a mark." she said and walked off to watch a show. I sat down and felt a stinging sensation, I bit my tongue in desperation to not scream out loud. I typed away at the keyboard, as I had renamed the group chat to Elenasboobisbleeding. My friends showed their concern, I told them the same story as I did you. I stare down at my chest red from abuse, red from the blood. Now here I sit trembling as I seemingly drift away from the world. My vision goes black. And all that is left is the aroma of sickly sweet blood.