Big Secrets

Chapter 2: Thank God

Nothing.

He wasn't breathing.

He's gone.

Big tears rolled down from my eyes onto his bloody hoodie as I cried my eyes out, not moving my hand from his nose. I must have looked like a panda from all the crying and smeared make-up. But I didn't care.

He is dead.

All hope was now gone. She won. She finally managed to brake me. After all her effortless tries, she finally managed to brake me.

All the happy moments that me and Mike had were over. Everything was over. My life was over.

Air. Hot air suddenly touched the tips of my fingers. My head automatically turned to him. Could it be? No.

I leaned in closer and grabbed his hand trying to find a pulse. I then noticed his chest rise and I felt the quiet beat of his heart.

He's alive.

Tears started making their way down my cheeks again, but this time not out of pain or sadness. No. Out of joy.

We were still kidnapped by that crazy she-devil, and trapped in an abandoned building, but that didn't matter anymore. I had him and that was all I needed. We could escape together.

"Mike. Mike..." I called for him quietly and shook his arm. He didn't move.

"Mike, please..." I begged him quietly and shook him harsher this time. He still didn't move.

I suddenly wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly as new tears started to roll into his hoodie. The sadness came back and this time worse than before. I couldn't do anything to help him or wake him up. I was useless.

"Please don't leave me, Mike, please. I don't know what I'd do without you." I said with a shaky breath, hoping that he would hear me.

"Well, you wouldn't have to worry about me eating all your food all the time." A tired and slightly husky voice said, which immediately made me jump away in shock.

"M-M-Mike?" I stuttered, not believing what I just heard. Maybe I was only imagining it.

Suddenly his head rose up and his eyes landed on my face. "You know it, cupcake!" His soft gray eyes were buried in my dark mossy green ones. We stared at each other for what seemed like only a second, when in reality it must have been over two minutes.

His mouth broke into a wide smile as his eyes scanned my face. He suddenly bumped his head against the floor and started laughing hysterically. "- God! - Clara! - Did you fall asleep with your make-up on or something? - - Cause you look like an emo! - No, a raccoon! - NO, better jet, a panda! -"

He started wiggling around on the floor, with tears almost escaping his eyes from all the laughing. "Ohh! - My! - God! - I've never seen you like this!"

A blush crept onto my face, probably making me look like a tomato. I wanted the earth to swallow me right there, right then. The embarrassment was too big for my liking.

'I knew it! I really DID look like a panda!'

Seeing my red blushing face he started laughing even harder than I thought was possible. I gave him my stop-now-or-I'm-going-to-f*cking-kill-you look, trying to make him stop. Unfortunately he continued laughing even harder. If he weren't helplessly in a big puddle of his own blood than I would have slapped him. How can he even be laughing right now!?!? He's bleeding and sitting in his own blood!!! He was dead only mere minutes ago!!!

My questions were answered when he suddenly stopped laughing. His face had a painful grim on it as he let out a low groan in pain. His hand flew to his right side, were I assumed was the place where he was hurt. Badly. He lifted his hand off his body. It was covered in fresh blood, dripping slightly to the floor. He looked at me with scared eyes.

His look got me out of my thoughts, I quickly jumped next to him and helped him lean against the wall. I lifted his grey T-shirt up a little to see how bad his condition was, but dropped his shirt quickly, letting out a small whimper of shock.

There was a large deep cut wound in the shape of a heart on his side. His body was covered in dry and fresh blood. It looked terrifying.

"Is it that bad?" He asked me with a worried face.

I didn't want to answer him. He would freak out, God damn, I was freaking out. I grabbed hold of my shirt and ripped out a big piece of cloth. I folded it and then gently pressed it against his wound. He winced in pain so I quickly pulled my hands back out of fear.

"I'm okay. I'm okay." He whispered insuring me that I could continue.

I pulled off his bloody hoodie and tied it around his body to apply pressure to his wound. There was nothing else I could do.

He still looked in pain, but at least now he could start healing.

"Mind explaining to me where we are and how we got here?" I knew that he would ask me that question sooner or later, but to be honest, I wasn't ready to answer that. How would I explain everything to him?

That we were in some kind of abandoned building.

That we were kidnapped.

That we both were beaten up (him apparently worse than me).

That she did this to us.

His girlfriend.

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Hi! Thanks to everybody who has been reading and voting. Still, I can't keep but wonder about the fact that rarely anybody reads it. I know, I know, it's only my second chapter, but still, C'mon. There's only like 25 reads. Sorry I'm pushy. But please give me more reads and maybe a couple of votes or comments or something. Cause I have the feeling like I shouldn't write anymore, cause nobody even reads. And it makes me kinda sad. (;_;)

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