How To Save A Life √ cel & mnz

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I pedaled, quicker and quicker. I wasn't even telling my feet to pedal, they just did.

My red sneakers were a blur. I was going so fast I had to heave to get air in my body.

Hang in Chloe, please hang in there. I whispered, sweat beading on my forehead as I approached her house.

I didn't have time for brakes, I didn't have time to stop. I grabbed on tight to my phone and peddled straight into the curb, letting my bike fling me onto the grass.

Yes, it hurt. I scraped my feet and my nose was bleeding a little, but in that moment, I didn't matter. My phone was still clutched in my hand as I ran to her front door.

It was obviously locked, so I rang the doorbell about four million time and banged on the door, but there was no response. Not even a whisper. I frantically searched for the key in the flower pot, where it always is, but it must've been moved.

My heart was rising into my throat, I was breathing so heavy I could barely think. I searched and searched for the key, but found nothing.

My nose was beginning to run like a river with blood, and I couldn't ignore it. I plugged my nose and looked up, forgetting if you were supposed to look up or down when you have a nose bleed.

Then, I saw it.

Chloe's window was cracked just a bit at the bottom with the corner of her curtain hanging out. If I could get to that window, I could push it up and get in.

I completely ignored my nose bleed and began to search for a way to get to the window.

I then tried everything I saw to get to the window. I tried tying leaves together, and even climbing a tree. Instead, all I got were scraped from the tree.

So I did my last possible plan, I called 911.

I was freaking out, and I couldn't say much, since the blood in my nose was choking me. The air was thicker then the sticky blood, and I could barely breathe.

The operator was nice, she told me to stay calm, and soon I heard sirens. Two police officers and two ambulances can whirling around the corner to the house.

I was crying, and a police officer directed me to an ambulance for my nose and my scrapes while his team pushed into the door.

Then the officer left me to join his team, and I walked over to the ambulance. The paramedic was trying to talk to me, but I didn't want to answer.

I never wanted to talk again.

A/N-
Sorry for leaving y'all on a cliff hanger for a few months!
Well, time for another cliff hanger! I'll update soon, I promise!
-Hanna (eats a lot)