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Breathe me

MY HANDS BEGAN to feel sore due to the constant movements I made on Iris's chest. I stopped as I became entranced in my racing thoughts. I felt as if I was running toward a dead end, my resources diminishing; the phone lines were cut, the electricity dead, and outside, the rain beat down hard under the glistening full moon. Where was I to go, who was I to call?

Once again, I defiantly sank down to the floor. The tears that began to stream down my face painted a different path than the previous wave of tears; my stained, red cheeks acting as proof.

For minutes, all I could do was keep my eyes shut, pretending like I was going to magically wake up from my nightmare. But no, the never happened. The nightmare just continued.

Sudden coughing shattered the darkness I was so unusually comfortable within, the moon's luminescence bleeding through. With excitement, and sadness, I looked up at Iris, lying across the room. She was the one coughing. She wearily sat up, beginning to wheeze. Then, all at once, her breathing stopped, and in place, frightening noises made their way up her throat.

She choked and struggled to swallow, as if an invisible hand clenched her throat closed. Her nails clawed at her neck as the noises continued. Our eyes met for split second, before her head shot in every direction asif looking for help. Worried, I picked myself up and raced towards her.

"Iris, are you okay?" The wheezing continued and so did the grabbing at her neck. Now that I was closer, I noticed that she was grasping for something around her throat, something that wasn't there.

"Oh my God...You still think you're hung, don't you?" In an instant, I groped for her hands and held them tight, preventing her from hurting herself even more than she already is. "Iris, everything is fine. There is no rope, that's all over. You're going to be okay," I spat out with all the persuasion I could muster in the emotional wreck that I call my body. I just wanted to get through the lie I was not only telling Iris, but myself as well.

Again, she stared right at me, but I knew she wasn't really looking at me, but looking through the trasnparent glass that I am. Her once warm and soft brown-eyes bore through me, like sharp, piercing nails. She wasn't the same, and I wouldn't blame her, not after what happened.

"B-but..." She stuttered, her body now shivering. Her mouth was gaping, as if she was about to say something, but held herself back. Nevertheless, the message was conveyed - she was still scared. Suddenly her voice found its way out of her mouth and I heard her deafening shout. "He's still here! Leave me alone, I know you're still in here! Pleas-" Iris's voice was cut off by her own sobs, slowly becoming as loud as her shout.

"Skye, help me. Just, please help me...," she said as her arms hung loose around my neck. I was speechless. I didn't know what to say, so I Iet the silence speak for me.

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Hey guys, sorry this one is a little short, but I just wanted to give you guys something since I haven't been updating lately. I've been really busy ( and lazy ), but I'll try to get better at that. See you guys soon.

- JM