Chapter 6;
I didn't know what to do. I couldn't text him. I didn't have the courage to. I couldn't chase after him. I didn't have the right to. I've hurt him and he's hurt me and now... now we are like the strangers we have always been.
I was thinking so hard. Tears filled my eyes as a pain filled my chest.. And then..... I began to loose my breath. I couldn't breath. At all. I laid on the bed trying to calm down and catch my breath but I didn't have any air in my lungs. I couldn't get myself to breath. It felt like something lodged in my throat. My phone began to ring but I could move. If I was to move I would loose all my oxygen and my lungs would collapse. I knew exactly what was happening... I was having a panic attack. It literally happens once a month. But why was I panicking?
My phone rang again and I glanced at the caller ID. It was Cameron. I closed my eyes and I tried to stay awake but I felt the darkness creep over my body... I passed out.
*camerons pov*
I tried calling amy. I called her over, and over, and over. still no answer. I couldn't take it. How sexually frustrated I am just because of one girl. One perfect girl.
Her calls weren't going to voicemail. They just rang and rang. She still didn't answer. I called her one last time making it the 18th time I've called her. Still no answer.. I just couldn't hold back so I ran back into the hotel and clicked the elevator. I clicked it annoyingly over and over at a fast pace. I got death stares from being like a little child running after a bag of their favorite candy. Amy was my favorite. My favorite girl. And I knew it.
I got onto the elevator and rushed to the button and clicked my floor number on the dial pad. As I reached the floor the doors cracked open but I yanked them open so they would come apart more quickly.
I was frustrated at myself for actually going back to her. It didn't make sense how she have such an affect on my emotions. I think.... I think I love Amy smith.
I ran down the hallway and banged on her door knowing she was in there.
"Amy open up, please!" I begged and pleaded over and over. I glanced around the hallway to look at my surroundings and something caught my eye. I glanced at it harder and it was a room key laying in the middle of the carpeted floor. I ran and picked it up looking at the room number. It was Amy's. I ran back to her room door and unlocked it. I flung the door open and found her asleep on the bed.
"Amy?" I whispered softly.
She wasn't making any movement. I couldn't even see her breathing.... I COULDN'T EVEN SEE HER BREATHING. I put my finger up to her neck to check for a pulse. There's was noting. I began to freak out.
"Amy.. Amy wake up, please Amy!" I began to feel tears form in my eyes as I cupped her face with my hand. I placed my hand on her stomach and there was no pulse. I reached for her chest to feel her heart quickly. It was still beating. Actually beating very fast. Faster than normal.. I started to calm down so I could think... CPR. CPR come on Cameron you know CPR.
I gave her CPR over and over. Finally I heard a tiny gasp.
"AMY?!?"
And then she coughed.
"Oh my god... Amy, Amy. Come here.... Come here!" I lifted her off of the bed and into my arms. I could feel her tears running down her face.
"Shhh.. Amy shhh, stop-stop crying, please.... Shhh. Your fine. I'm here now. Don't worry baby.. I have you."
