Please don't leave

Chapter 8.

(This first part is a TikTok I saw which was really good so I wanted to incorporate it, from @elianaghen on TikTok)
------------------

My eyes open. Only to be able to scan the room around me. It was the kitchen of the apartment. Except more run down. I glance at myself. The dark outfit I wore was classic. Black shirt with black spandex.

"What are you doing?" A voice came. I direct my vision towards the person.

Shocked to find myself. Yet, she looked more happy. More vibrant. Her hair was down, showing off the long waves. Something I never do anymore. Her outfit was more colored than mine. The dress was short, but cute. It had pink flowers scattered. Then I realized it was me before Emily left. That's what I wore the night we got back and went to dinner.

"Life's getting hard," I teared up. "This isn't me. You're me. The one I want to be again. Except I can't. I continuously tend to want to give up." Tears slipped down my temples.

She stood, looking down at me. "You need to go back." She said with such optimism.

"If I do, I have no where really to go. I thought I did but I don't. Everywhere I go, someone is there to haunt me." I downside.

She cupped my cheek in her hand. Leaving the somewhat warm, but freezing touch I have. "Yes you do," she faintly smiled. Pulling her hand away. "Come back home."

She laid on top of me, yet somehow she didn't. She lowered herself into me, making me realize I didn't want to leave just yet. All the good me memories I've had flash.

I shoot my eyes open, leaning forward, and gasping for air. Panting like I'd been under water for longer than needed. I don't change my view from the light blue blanket that covered my legs. A single knee brought to my chest. Both sides of my head being covered by my deep brown waves from their ponytail.

The burning sensation of eyes on my back grew. A hand placed itself on my back. Leaving a cool touch. Doctors. I lean my head back, shutting my eyes and inhaling sharply.

"Someone tell me what just happened." I exhorted.

"You flatlined, but then came back." A man answered.

"How long?" I quizzed.

"Two minutes and seventeen seconds." He hesitated.

"Ok." Was the only spoken thing from me. I just died. Although I just saved myself. She saved me.

I move my shaking hands up to the elastic band, and swiftly untie it. Running fingers through the knots, smoothing out my hair.

The doctors leave, and in runs Em. She had rivers on her face. That means she was in the room when I flatlined.

"You're ok!" Her voice broke.

"Yeah, maybe." I shut my eyes tight.

"What's wrong?" She mumbled. Taking hold of my shaking hand.

"I had a...dream. While I was dead. It was...weird." I frowned.

"Do you want to talk about it? It seems to be really bugging you," she offered.

"I...I don't think so, I'm good. When do I get out of here?" I changed the topic.

"Don't know yet, but assuming you just died, then came back, they'll probably want test done. So I would roughly say about another day or two." She estimated.

"That's a long time. You'll stay with me though, right?" I hopefully grinned.

"If that's what you want, then yes." She winked.