She turned her head and saw Alex, trying his best to catch up to her and no matter how much closer he got, he still couldn’t make them both stop. “Janie, we can’t stop tonight, something’s not letting us!” he yelled out, amidst panting.
“I know, will we be ok talking like this? I think I-” she coughed, feeling her chest caving in on her, and Alex was experiencing the same sensation. “JANIE. My email address, Alex.buttlebear@mizi.com. You got that?” he called out, trying to control his breathing. “Alex.buttlebear@mizi.com. Got it, I’ll message-” and she was cut off by a sudden abrupt awakening.
She was home, she couldn’t breath, her head was dizzy. She was running the email address through her head again and again, trying her best to memorise it. In her last moments of consciousness she picked up her phone and dialled 999.
“This is the emergency services, what is your emergency?” asked an annoyingly sweet voice.
“I can’t breath. Having an. Unbelievable. Asthma attack.” Janie breathed in hard, fumbling for her inhaler and holding it to her lips, hand shaking.
“What is your address?”
“14 Lesure Road, Bristol.” she whispered and then passed out, floating into nothingness.
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I added a song for this chapter! I think I'm going to use this for the next chapter as well. Spooky, isn't it?
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Dream
Teen FictionRunning and breathing and dying and falling. Maybe it's all a dream. Then again, maybe it's not. A NaNoWriMo Novel PG-13
