Dark bruises like storm clouds covered her ribs and chest. Each breath was like a knife in her chest, twisting and pulling.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
She tried to hear the ocean, to breathe slow.
He'll kill me one day.
It's like the whole world stopped. Everyone just stood there, not moving or breathing. The lights faded out and my lungs ached. I couldn't breathe. No matter if I gasped, nothing would come. Everything was a blur. In that moment, I knew that I just pissed off the wrong person, and I was dying. "I love you, L-" I gasped out before the whole world started to work again. But I wasn't there, I was dead.