The earth will never run out of air and people will never run out of oxygen. But it seems like Im running out.
My chest began bouncing up and down and my mouth wide open, trying to collect air. I held my chest to lessen the pain which doesnt want to go away.
"Help!"
I tried to speak, despite my difficulty in breathing.
"Help me, please." I tried again, but no one heard me.
Oh yeah, thats because Im alone right now. I left and now I have no one.
I tried my best to stand and reach for my phone which was beside my bed lamp, and dialed 911.
It rang and i waited then someone spoke.
"Hel-"
"Help me! I couldn't breathe, my chest hurts, please come... Please Chase." I whispered the last part and everything went black.
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.