Bad girl

Chapter 5..6?: Tunnel

      I didn't know where I was....it's was dark, quiet, totally quiet. Something I hadn't heard in a long time. Ever since my ma died my dad was constantly yelling or fucking some hoe off the street. It's was unusual, to have something you were so used to not having. Maybe I was being a little bitch but I felt like I was...lifted. Calm, was a feeling I was being consumed by. I hadn't felt calm in a long time, but why now?
       Distracted as I was I didn't realize I was not alone, if that's what you would call this. I could move, steps echoing in this emptiness. Perhaps I was in my head... maybe I was dead. I always knew I would die younger but i though I would at least make it to thirty. I continued walking without and choice it felt. Forwards to a tiny bit of light, echoing steps filling my ears. I was not ready to die and I prayed to whoever that I wasn't but in the back of my mind I had a feeling I wasn't dead. That alone made me continue.
          All was still silent except for the latter of my steps. One thing that worried me was that even in this silence, no heartbeat was sound. Finally I reached that tiny light. I was in a tunnel and this was the end. I could not see anything but light but now I could hear something. Voices were sounding but not multiple just one. I heard a male voice but who, I didn't know. I didn't remember anything accept that I had been fighting with my dad. I knew it wasn't my dad because this voice was panicked. Maybe my dad went too far and was panicking about being caught. Whatever it was I wanted to find out. Slowly I walked towards the light... everything went black again....

Tempted to end it here

Should I

Should I not

Your welcome

Shawn's POV:
     I watched as if it was slow motion as she fell. It was beautiful in its own twisted way. Many emotions I hadn't felt in a while rushed to me. At first I was terrified, then I was furious, then I was shocked, finally I was sad. I didn't even know her well but I felt like I did. I rushed forward to help but it was too late. She crashed and somehow so did I. I rushed for her and held her like a pu••y crying a few tears. I listened for a heartbeat and even tried CPR but to no luck did it work. I yelled, I shouted, I weeped and wailed for her, to no avail. Just as I had given up she blinked, she twitched, she awoke. At first I was joyed and I smiled to my few fallen tears. As I smiled she just stared and then she spoke and my heart broke...

"Who are you?"