Chapter 18: The Good Girl's Promise
• MCDONALDS & RYDERAMOEBA INFECTION •
• KIMBERLY •
My thoughts swarmed around my head as I felt myself floating. My body felt cold and I wondered if this was death. I wondered if death was this cold, gloomy, and...wet? I frantically searched through the darkness of my thoughts as I felt cold air brush against myself.
Skin, that felt like someone else's skin was wet. I felt cold until I heard a voice from afar.
"Dammit Kimberly! Wake up, come on! Dammit wake up, Princess!"
Wow, this is one weird death...
I felt myself slowly falling as warm lips pressed against mine. Someone was breathing warm air down my windpipe while pinching my nose. The air filled my lungs as the lips left mine and started pushing on my chest.
What are the angels doing to me?
I felt half of my body slowly drift away as my other half was where the warm lips were at. As if those warm lips were bringing me home. My body drifted between life and afterlife.
The warm lips pressed against mine harder this time, forcing air down my windpipe. I heard screaming for help, and sobs from far away but I didn't think a thing of it. Who was screaming? Who was sobbing?
Was it because of me?
Then I heard the angelic voice again,"Come on Kimberly. Breath! Please." He almost pleaded.
Then there was hard pressure on my chest again. Then it repeated several times. Warm lips, air, then pressure on my chest. The sobs and screaming got louder each time the process repeated.
My body slowly drifted away until I heard it again.
"Princess, don't leave. Come on, open your eyes sweetheart. Please, don't leave. Your still in there Kimberly, please don't leave me."
My body wanted to leave but my heart wanted to stay with this person...this angel. One last time, the angel pressed his lips against mine fleetingly, and one last time he pushed against my chest. He willed the air to fill my lungs and the water to slowly escape my lips.
Immediately, I felt the aching burning sensation in my lungs as I coughed up water. The angel's warm hands tilted me so that the water came out of my lungs more easily.
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The Good Girl's Promise
Teen FictionShe was fire; he was ice. He was bad and she was good. He was rude cocky and arrogant. She was sarcastic, depressed and lonely. Opposites attract. But so do lies, murder, bets, and promises. For we are all crooked souls trying to stay up straight...