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Breathe In, Breathe Out
One-shot
Breathing is something you never really pay attention to. Or at least, Puck never did. In, out, in, out. It was boring. You did it without thinking most of the time, completely unaware on if you're on an inhale or an exhale.
Then, there are the times that you notice. The times that you have no air and breathing, sometimes only for a split second, is the only thing on your mind.
He was on an inhale and the next second, Puck had no idea where it had gone. It was stuck in his throat or had escaped his mouth before it ever fully reached his lungs. He wasn't sure.
Settled on the idea that it was stuck in his throat as he hit the ground and a final puff passed his lips. No air in his lungs. He couldn't breathe as he lay on the dirty linoleum of the school hallway.
The floor was vibrating or maybe it was him. Feet rushed by him, girly heels and dirty sneakers. He saw a pair of white ones rush by him, stained a shade of red that wasn't their school color.
People were screaming and he thought he heard someone scream his name. Maybe. He was still trying to find where that breath went.
His chest felt warm. Wet. But he didn't think it was water. It didn't feel right.
Tried to lift a hand to touch it and the pain came.
His lungs started working again, inhaling sharply and exhaling in what might have been a cry.
His chest hurt. He wasn't sure where. Everywhere. Spreading through his chest and down his arms. Into his head.
His eyes burned and he pressed them shut as tears leaked out the sides. Opened them again and stared up at the florescent lights.
The floor wasn't vibrating anymore.
No one was screaming.
His breath hitched on an inhale when the floor (he was pretty sure it wasn't him this time, it hurt too much to move) shook again. Heavy footfalls coming closer and louder until Jacob Ben Israel was standing over him and Puck was pretty sure the reason he was in pain was because of the gun in Jacob's hand.
He breathed shakily as his shirt got wetter and he got colder.
Jacob stared at down at him.
Staring.
Staring.
Then, he walked away and Puck was alone in an empty hallway.
He blinked up at the lights, watching as they grew dimmer. Were they supposed to do that or was it him? He didn't think the lights here were supposed to dim like that. Figured they probably weren't.
He was getting cold. Tired.
Something left his mouth. It might have been a breath or even a word. He had no idea.
His eyelids felt heavy and he forced them as wide open as he could. Probably didn't get them open too much. The hallway was still pretty dark.
Closed them on the exhale and wondered if a nap would be a bad idea.
Opening his eyes seemed too hard.
He was getting really cold.
The End
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