Time
1st Pov. Kennicky
I stood alone, the buildings, the sounds of the city, molded together as everything surpassed the clear pane.
Time moved like a hummingbird, fast quick, backgrounds gone in a flash of lightning.
A lowly flat, atop a small building, with many others down the block. My eyes stared at the wood accustomed area, fully panelled, everywhere.
I sighed, many boxes paneled and stacked on the ground. A bed learnt against the wall, as many boxes stacked in a corner, labeled as 'need-to-build' priority.
I sighed and drug my tank behind me, my oxygen tank that is. The 'other half' of myself, literally.
My lungs gave out when I was ten. 8 years of medical abuse, and oxygen deprivation. I struggle for breath at regular times, walking, talking, but somehow I can do things such as track.
Ironic, right?I pulled the handle along with myself, as the wheels creaked along the floor.
"At least my bed can be pushed down onto the frame." I shoved the bed lightly from the wall, and it bounced onto the mattress.
I sighed and breathed in deep, and rolled my eyes.
"How can pushing soemthi g quick, take more breath than running a mile?" I asked myself, and I laid down on my bed. My eyes slowly shut, as darkness took me into nothingness.
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I slowly sat up, and gasped at the sight around me. I ran a hand through my hair and stood slowly.
"I did it again, crap." I said, and stared at the flat. It was fully furnished, all of the boxes were folded and moved out of the way, everything in its place and was built.
I glanced at the clock, and my eyes widened.
"I'm late." I said, and grab my satchel. I stuffed my notebook inside it, and grabbed my tank handle. I rushed out the door, and grabbed my keys to my car.
I trudged to it once I got down the stairs, I lifted the tank onto my shoulder with the strap. I jiggled my keys and stuck it into the slot.
"Do you need help?" A voice asked next me, and I paused and looked up.
Tall man stood next me, my eyes scanned his hazel ones, his blond-brown shaggy hair. He wore a smirk, as I thought of something to say.
"No, I got it. Thank you." I said, and opened the car door.
"Well, good day then." The man said, his voice thick with an English accent of some sorts. I sighed and leaned against my car.
He held his hand out, and I returned the gesture. His hand slowly brought mine it his lips, and kissed it gingerly.
He quickly walked away, and I climbed into my car, speeding to school as my mind thought over the features of the man.
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