Torned Pages

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4: GLUED PAGES

AXEL

I'm gasping for breath because I've became breathless for using up all my energy just to break this damn door. I kicked it so damn hard yet it still won't open. I'm in critical frustration right now and she's not even replying to what I am saying. I'm using motivational and inspirational words yet it seems like she won't waste the time to even reflect on those words because its clear that she won't even listen.

I don't know what's happening to her right now! I just want to break this damn fucking door.

"Miss speak up please! " I shouted so loud I feel like my throat is gonna come out my mouth. I can't help it anymore I'm so frustrated. I really need to save her. I can't just stand here . I cannot let someone die again because of my uselessness. I cannot let someone successfully commit suicide again with me not doing anything. I have to save her. So with all my strength I locked my eyes to aim at the door knob because right now I realized that this fucking door would not open if I aim to its wooden body. So I aimed for the door knob.

I never stopped kicking even if I am already really tired, I closed my eyes and squinched my forehead and told myself I should not stop. After 3 kicks finally it opened. So I did not waste any time and quickly entered her room.

And I was shocked.

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She hanged herself.

My eyes glued in her face I can see that it still has its normal skin tone so i did not waste any time I quickly grabe her out of the rope that strangled her and we landed on her bed.

She's on top of me , and while I am holding her tight in my arms I cannot help but to remember how my Mommy Hanny died because of the same reason. She also hanged herself but unlike now I was just child back then so I have nothing to do, I just watched her die infront of me. I just cried. I did nothing. That's why she died.

I shook my head . I need to focus on reviving her. I held her wrist and checked for a pulse.

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And I was so glad her pulse is still beating.

Now I can breath freely yet its still not enough. I still should revive her because she's still not breathing. So I will give her Cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR) so that air can flow back to her lungs so that she can breathe again and for me to be sure she's gonna be okay and alive.

I laid her on her back and gave her thirty chest compressions. Even if I'm still tired to all the kicking I still managed to gentle compress her chest. At first, being a guy like me to do this to a girl seems like harassment but I really need to do this. After the chest compressions I took a deep breath and opened her mouth and gave her two rescue breaths. As I was getting closer to her I feel tension filling up my whole body. Yet I did it. I felt her cold lips to mine and did my job. I repeated the chest compressions and the rescue breaths and this time when my lips is about to touch hers she finally gasp for air and woke up. 

She looked at me while still gasping for air and just that time I realized that I am still above her so quickly I laid in her bed and gasp for air too.

I closed my eyes and started to inhale and exhale slowly as if was meditating. I opened my eyes when I felt that she sat down on the side of her bed. I'm still worried and nervous because of the thought that I may not save her yet I already did so I calmed myself. I was really tired.

I looked at her, and I can totally tell she's still gasping for air. So I closed my eyes again.

"Who are you? And why did you stop me from dying?" She said in a cold husky voice because of loss of air. That made me open my eyes and stared at her.

Her face was emotionless, yet I can see tears flowing out her eyes. Her skin color is coming back to its normal warm tone from being a bluish pale tone. I stared at her. Specially at her eyes. It was so beautiful. It is a grayish green eyes with a round shape and glamorous eyelashes. It was mesmerizing, but right now its puffy because of too much crying. I looked at it sincerely and you can really tell everything from those eyes.

It is full of mystery and misery. A vengeful eyes that seems to be mad at the whole world.

I became distracted at adoring her eyes when she shouted.

"I said who are you ?!!! Why did you stop me from dying?!! " This time her eyes are mad yet tears are falling out of it.

She place her hands in her face and started to cry her heart out.

I don't know what to do. I don't wanna see a girl crying anymore because I always remember my mom in them. I want to make her stop but I know I can't. I finally decided to sit down next to her. While looking down I decided to talk since I can breath okay now.

"My name is Axel Miller. And like what I've said earlier  I will glue your torned pages. I will fix your broken heart.  So I stopped you from dying because I promised you that I will be the character to fix you." I proudly said and finally looked at her. And she wass already looking at me so I smiled brightly wishing that my smile could make her smile too.
But it seems like her smile is too expensive to see that's why I looked down again. And my eyes widen when...

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She hugged me so tight.

I can still hear her sobbing. I thought that this hug means she accepted me to be a new character in her life.
I hugged her back tighter squeezing her to me and I smiled when she squeezed her face to my chest as if she's wiping her tears away in my shirt. I pat her head and combed her hair with my fingers. It was so smooth and silky. I don't know why but I kissed the top of her head and smelled her hair it was so sweet. In that moment everything was silent. No one even bother to speak. I dont want to speak, I just want her to know that I am here just by hugging her and being by her side in her misery.

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I thought that in her story....

Will I be a big part of it?

Will I, Axel Miller play a big role in this girl's miserable life?

I looked at the girl I am holding right now. I don't want to let her go. And there's only one answer to my question...

I wish that I will be the one to glue her torned pages.