Between Us [H.S.]

Heart Attack

*Author's note*

Enjoy luvs <3

all the love

-i.

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I start running at a light pace. There's no need to force it. Lately I've been smoking to much and I don't think my lungs will be able to keep up with me.

I don't remember the exact day I started smoking. I just know that when I'm stressed a cigarette appears in my right hand. Danny hated that I smoked. I don't blame her, I do too. I tried on suckers but too sweet for me. The smoke feels different. I think most people start smoking because of the habit more than the actual pleasure of smoking.

To open the pack, take the killing element, place it between your craving lips and light it, letting it give you the power to kill you. You choose your path. I liked that. Lately I've been feeling like I have no control over my life and decitions, so if killing me slowly is a choice I can make, I'll make it more often.

Back to running, fresh air pushing my clothes to my chest and the warmth is starting to build up in my body, but mostly on my face, that turns red with no warning. I tend to get red a lot when I exercise. Don't matter if I've been running for an hour or five minutes. And what bugs me the most is that it stays there for a couple of hours after I stop. Even after I shower.

Embrace the tomato life, am I right?

My neighbourhood is pretty quiet and since winter is coming there's even fewer people on the street so that's amazing to run. Lewis Capaldi blasting in my ears. I love his voice. So touching, rough and real. I like listening to slow music when I run, it distracts me more than rock or your typical "runner" Spotify playlist.

Sucker for ballads.

I cross the street where I live to enter the park two blocks away. I've been running for some time now and it's starting to get dark, I should have left home earlier. Shoot. Okay, keep going, I'm running after all, right? It's not like I'm standing in the dark alone. I keep the rhythm, and I cross the little bridge over a pond. Streets lights keeping me company and guiding my steps. It's pretty windy. I hope it won't rain because I'm not near home. It feels so peaceful running at night, I know is dangerous, mostly (and sadly) for a woman, but I just feel so free, so alone with my thoughts and my steps I-

I hear something. Must be my snickers kicking the mud or a branch of some tree. Calm down, this is not a horror movie, you're not THAT main character.

I lower the volume of the music to hear everything clearer. Better that way. Okay, turn around and go back home if you're that scared, pussy. You'll run more tomorrow.

What's that?

I hear steps behind me. Maybe someone else is running or having a walk. I accelerate and the steps behind me do too.

Shit.

No way this is not happening. Calm down, Chloe. I should turn around but now I'm pretty scared. I can't. What do I do? I look before me, no bars or anyone in sight. Is it that late to walk the dog?

I realize I'm running too fast for what I can handle. My breathing starts to become heavy. I cough. I need to quit smoking, definitely. My lungs can't take it no more. I feel like I'm going to colapse any minute now. My face feels like it's about to explode from the heat.

And then it happens, quick.

I feel a light pull in my little ponytail that makes my heart freeze.