Breath

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                       12: I breathe when you breathe     
It just  happened that she was breathing and she had someone by her side and no it was not some ghostly shadow moving around in the darkness but someone with flesh and none,fully human. She was glad to have him this morning but he had come to say something indeed not so comforting to Laurel. He was to go hiking  this weekend and she wanted to have him to cuddle. Ah she could not stop him from going out with his family. She surely enjoyed every second she spent with him as he left at 3pm and now she would only see him on Monday.She happened to be very lethargic that evening. She got herself a cup of coffee. She sat down on the balcony as the hours passed. She sipped her drink as if she was dead, staring at the sunset. It turned cold but whatever it's still coffee. It was now nothing just black, not a sound could be heard except the breathing of the wind. She felt that this is certainly bringing something bad with it. She hurried in and locked her door and closed the curtain. The lights were turned off and she could see nothing. She tried to reach the switch. Suddenly she felt invisible hands on her as she was pinned to the wall. Before she noticed that she has stopped breathing for the past seconds, she started panting. She tried to move but it was stronger than her. 

I love it when I hear you breathing. Shouldn't you be glad that I turned you back on. I hope to God you do remember the time when you were breaking down and I gave you my lungs for you to breathe.

She felt it sniff on her neck. It was strange how it paralysed. She should have been scared but she felt secure yet so terrified. Her mind was pregnant of words waiting to be turned into sentences and to come out but not a sound would come out as she would open her mouth. She hated that moment.

Well well my dear, you do smell sweet. I can still taste your sweat in my mouth just like syrup oh ur drool, it's pure honey. Don't be afraid, I shall tell you or should I say remind you a bit  of your life.

She felt her butt touching a hard surface must have been the table or a chair. It did not sit on a chair but she could feel it right next to her feet it must have got to its knees.

So now that we both are comfy we shall start by the start.......

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