You & I || H.S.

Chapter 48

 

Annabeth’s P.O.V.

 

The door slammed shut, and I jumped at the loud bang. He left. He really did leave me alone, his bag in one hand and my heart on the other. He left without looking back, without kissing or hugging me one last time. He left, and took away all the happiness he built up in me all those past months. He left, shattering my heart; a heart he promised to fix, not destroy.

 

I could hear his feet stomping down the corridor, and with each footstep he took, my breathing became more hitched in my throat. Once I couldn’t hear his footsteps no more, I started crying and sobbing loudly as if there was no tomorrow.

 

I buried my face in my hands and felt my palms wetting by the moment. It seemed like I couldn’t stop crying, that I will cry till he comes back to me. I know he will come back eventually, I hope so at least.

 

I didn’t feel any pain, or any ache, I felt nothing actually but hot due to crying hard. I needed to breathe in fresh air, to open a window or something in order to be able to catch my breath, but I couldn’t even stand up, and so, I was suffocating by the moment.

 

I gasped for air, wanting nothing more but oxygen to breathe it in. I started gasping loudly, placing a hand over my left chest, where my heart was beating unbelievably fast. I coughed, gasped for air and panic washed all over me; I was having one of those asthma attacks I’ve always feared of having, I was nearing one. My legs couldn’t move an inch, they weren’t able to carry me as I tried to stand up, but fell instantly. My chest ached and my lungs felt like they were tangled together and set on fire, they weren’t functioning properly anymore.

                                         

I could hear my loud gasps and coughs as I lied on the floor, breathing hard, if you call gasping breathing. My hands reached for my phone in my pocket and I got it out and then I dialed the last contact on my logs after a battle with my fingers and hand to stop shaking and keep steady in order to be able to do anything with the phone. The phone dropped to the ground and my eyes were closing against my force. I felt my lids heavier than a ton.

 

“Beth?” I recognized the voice that came from the phone as Sarah’s. I desperately tried to form a coherent sentence, but all that came out were gasps and more coughs. “Beth, are you here? Are you okay?”

 

“S- Sarah,” That was all I managed to let out, followed by fits of coughs that burned all the way down my throat.

 

“Annabeth where are you? Tell me where you are!” But I couldn’t even think of anything else but breathing and coughing.

 

It became harder not only to breathe, but to cough as well since all the energy in my body and lungs faded away into thin air. I looked ahead of me into nowhere in particular and saw something golden on the floor meters away from me. I couldn’t decipher what that thing was as I was too busy drifting away. Finally, all the coughs died down and gasping for air became hopeless. My lids fluttered closed, engulfing me into darkness. Hurt, pain, or anything from that matter seemed non-existent as I drifted to unconsciousness.

 

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I woke up, but kept my eyes closed. I could sense that it was daylight, and smelled a very strong scent of alcohol, disinfectants and antiseptics all together, which wasn’t pleasant, but familiar. I knew that smell from somewhere, but my tired mind couldn’t fathom what it was or where I smelt it before. After I was conscious enough, I was able to hear beeping sounds and shuffling from a distance, which was really disturbing and confusing.