Heyy guyzzz :) Just another idea that popped into my head. It's going to be more than one chp, but here is the first one for now. I'm going away for the next couple of days and I'm not sure if the house has internet…so I'm not sure if ill be able to update. But I should be done with the next chp by tomorrow before I leave so it shall be posted!! The next chps will be longer though.
Hope you guys like it!! Just thought of it after a comment my friend Emi made :D So this is dedicated to u chica!!! :P Review plz!!!
XXX
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Eyes closed, Calleigh fought hard to catch her breath, hands clutching tightly at the marble countertop to keep her balance. Even with her eyes shut, she still felt dizzy, she still felt nauseous, she still felt the overwhelming fear that threatened her. She had closed her eyes to get away, to escape, because she could not bear what reality had just thrown in her face.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Her heart beat frantically, almost erratically, not contributing to her attempts to control her ragged breathing. She was panicking, she was freaking out. She could not deal with this, not now, not when she had just regained some semblance of control over her life. She had no control over this; the curveball that life had hurtled toward her defenceless form.
It was amazing, how something so simple, so physically harmless, had managed to turn her whole life upside down. How it had managed to flip her mind on its side. She had debated with herself time and time again, before the events of today. She had argued back and forth about what she would do if it had occurred, but there was yet to be a solution. And that absolutely terrified her. For here she was, faced with the very situation, and she was clueless.
She could call…No. She shouldn't. It was her issue, therefore she decide what to do.
But one thing was for sure: she had to tell him. Not only did she feel obligated, but he had a right to know. But not until after. She would tell him after, because she knew he would try to change her mind, and this was one she decision she wanted to make for herself.
Feeling convinced and sure of her choice, she picked up the phone and made an appointment. She then discarded the, then, offending white stick into the trashcan and exited her apartment without so much as a second thought.