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chapter 4 » burning lungs

in case you haven't noticed I've been going no where with this story so this'll be the last chapter..sorry guys! maybe I'll edit it and fix it in the future but I'm just not that into this story anymore..BUT I will be starting a new novel/short story soon! so keep a look out for that!

- xx e.

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Chapter 4

Burning lungs

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My pale, icy feet pound against the cold tile, my feet steer me in an unknown direction only searching for a way out. the surgeon, my surgeon, lies on the operation room floor surrounded by scarlet liquid. I left him there. Left him with a syringe implanted into his right eye socket.

my lungs burn as I inhale the thin air, trying to get it to go down my throat. my legs ache but I keep on running, keep on searching for a way out. my legs take a hold of me and before I know it my entire body comes crashing down. my knees send a signal of pain to my brain as they come in contact with the ground and my head ignites with fire as it touches the dainty white tile floor.

get up, get up.

that's all i keep telling myself. I come to my feet but my legs disagree, telling me not to continue..but I have to. the pain engulfs my body but i shake it off, no matter how hard it's knocking. I notice a stream of blood dripping from my temple but i wipe it off with the back of my palm an continue to search.

I make a sharp turn to the left and realize it's a dead end. I turn around and find the same. I then continue my journey back to the way I began only to be stopped dead in my tracks.

A girl around my age lays on the floor. Her black curls spew over her head as her legs twist in a grotesque angle. i debate, asking myself whether I sound help or not. even if I choose not to i still have to pass her body.

As I inch closer to the girl i become more aware of her features; her checks spotted with an abundance of freckles, her chocolatey orbs of eyes, her thin elongate legs and her black obsidian long hair. She reminds me of someone.

She reminds me of me.

I place my left hand onto her head, turning it to get a better look at me. The whole punctured into her left temple gushes with burgundy colored liquid. It is me.

I'm dead.