1:42 am.
Gasping; the type of gasping a helpless girl would have if she were drowning in a sea of water. Across my bedroom, whistling of the wind begins creeping around my window sill, making its way across my hardwood floors, and slithering onto the painted walls. Frigid streams of blood reluctantly travels through my veins, resembling an infant bird, weary to come out of its nest for the first time. Forming above my layer of skin, goosebumps rise like my fear of ants rising from the dead. I allow gushing waterfalls to pour out of my eyes with no hesitation because this comforts me. Now that I have this feeling, these waterfalls are disturbed by my eyelids, forcing themselves to stop pouring out. I feel these tears drying immediately just …show more content…
A tube forces itself down my throat, traveling miles within my body. Resisting, I grip onto the bars attached to my bed while strangers continue trailing the tube towards my stomach. Someone to my right mumbles something, and a suction begins. A needle pushes into my left forearm where IV fluid enters my almost dead body. 99 beats per second. I can imagine steam rising from my chest as my heart struggles to keep up with a race against my mind. Someone across the room insists that I answer questions, though I pay no attention to giving the person an answer.
I feel as if they do not deserve my answers. Of course, that is me being selfish.
Someone pushes my wavy brown hair out of my pale face. Their fingertips, soft but firm, rests on my hard cheekbones. Pulling away slightly does not cause the person to remove their fingertips. Dizziness takes over my body and I close my eyes, drifting into a painful sleep. This may be the last time I will ever be conscious and for the rest of my life, my eyes will remain closed for eternity.
3:47am.
For the second time I rise from my bed gasping. I pull my covers off of me and sprint to my bedroom light. Walking back to my bed, I raise my hands up to my face to prevent tears from pouring
Gasping; the type of gasping a helpless girl would have if she were drowning in a sea of water. Across my bedroom, whistling of the wind begins creeping around my window sill, making its way across my hardwood floors, and slithering onto the painted walls. Frigid streams of blood reluctantly travels through my veins, resembling an infant bird, weary to come out of its nest for the first time. Forming above my layer of skin, goosebumps rise like my fear of ants rising from the dead. I allow gushing waterfalls to pour out of my eyes with no hesitation because this comforts me. Now that I have this feeling, these waterfalls are disturbed by my eyelids, forcing themselves to stop pouring out. I feel these tears drying immediately just …show more content…
A tube forces itself down my throat, traveling miles within my body. Resisting, I grip onto the bars attached to my bed while strangers continue trailing the tube towards my stomach. Someone to my right mumbles something, and a suction begins. A needle pushes into my left forearm where IV fluid enters my almost dead body. 99 beats per second. I can imagine steam rising from my chest as my heart struggles to keep up with a race against my mind. Someone across the room insists that I answer questions, though I pay no attention to giving the person an answer.
I feel as if they do not deserve my answers. Of course, that is me being selfish.
Someone pushes my wavy brown hair out of my pale face. Their fingertips, soft but firm, rests on my hard cheekbones. Pulling away slightly does not cause the person to remove their fingertips. Dizziness takes over my body and I close my eyes, drifting into a painful sleep. This may be the last time I will ever be conscious and for the rest of my life, my eyes will remain closed for eternity.
3:47am.
For the second time I rise from my bed gasping. I pull my covers off of me and sprint to my bedroom light. Walking back to my bed, I raise my hands up to my face to prevent tears from pouring