I'm starting my writing back up again. I'm working on a book. Here is a preview of it. ✌🏻🩷🫶🏻
As I laid there, the life literally draining from my body, it wasn't my life that flashed before my eyes. It was, "how the fuck did I get to this point?" My vision was becoming blurry, I was getting colder as I laid on that cold concrete floor. Why did I believe he loved me? Why did I think even for one tiny moment I meant something real to him?
My breath catches a bit in my throat as I inhale. I slowly exhale and find it harder to breathe. I can faintly hear noises in the distance, sounds like shouting, screaming. Fighting. I'm not sure. I'm starting to lose consciousness. My eyes slowly begin to shut, I think to myself "This is it. This is how it ends. In an abandoned building. Alone. Bleeding out." I feel a single tear slide down my cheek. I want to reach up to brush it away, but my arms feel so heavy.
When I feel like the end is near, I take one deep breathe and let it out slowly. I hear a voice. My name? Is someone talking to me? Is someone there? I'm not sure. I try to open my eyes, but they won't. I try to move but I can't. I suddenly feel arms wrap around me, shaking me. I can hear them screaming my name, but it sounds muffled. My last thought was "At least I won't die alone."