My eyes were barely open
Keep breathing Milton. Just keep breathing. That's all that it takes.
She grabbed the pliers with her toes lifting up, her hands, reaching. Her skin raw from the cuffs, her teeth clenched. I knew she was in a lot of pain, I tried to cringe away but I was too weak to move a single inch.
Her blonde hair came down in curls in front of her face, trying to reach out for the pliers.
Clang. Clang.
The pilers hit the floor and I felt my eyes close.
"Keep… trying." I said the words so hard to come out. I forcefully shoving their way out of my mouth. Why was it so hard for me to speak?
She looked up at me, her breathing labored, like mine. I could almost feel the life draining from me.
She went at them again, her feet raw from scrapping on the floor. I made sure to keep my eyes open.
If your eyes are open and you're breathing, you can't become one of them.
I peered down, my head lulling down. I couldn't even pick it back up to see andrea. The weight of my head too much for me to handle. I couldn't even give her the satisfaction of her seeing my eyes with a flicker of life in them. Now she won't know if I'm dead of not.
More and more things became blurry
I couldn't see anything to begin with, because my glasses where gone. but now I could only make out shapes. I saw the huge red puddle surrounding my body.
Huh, I didn't think I could bleed this much.
I tired my hardest to move my head towards her again, I blinked feeling moistness hit my eyes, prickling the sides of them.
"You're still alive?" She asked my ears filling with her voice, so beautiful. So lyrical. Like nothing else in the world mattered but her voice, I hung on to it. Desperately. Clinging for dear life.
"Yes." I said a breath escaping my lips, I felt like I had to hold my breath, because it was so hard to draw the air in. I'm gasping and drowning on the inside, screaming for my life.
But on the outside I feel like i've just given up, laying down staring at my own blood.
I wished I could somehow just pick it up and magically have it coursing though my veins again, and to my heart beating at a rhythm. Not faltering like it was now.
I wished phil would have stopped, just for a second to think.
I was his only friend, and he was mine. We both used to laugh together, fight together, and cry together.
The flash of his wife, his daughter flickered through my mind. So much pain he went through.
I closed my eyes.
"Are you still alive?" Andrea asked again, I could hear the scrapping of the pliers again. I wanted to say yes.
Desperately.
But the words couldn't come out.
"I'm going to get you out of this." She breathed.
No, you aren't. As I felt life start slipping away I clung to my breath, holding it. Trying, so desperately to hold on, for her. For some hope of phil.
My eyes opened.
I saw her sighing I moving my mouth but the words couldn't come
I lost a lot of oxygen to my brain.
She stared at me, but I couldn't tell what expression she had. Without my glasses, I couldn't look into her beautiful blue eyes, and say.
Everything is going to be okay.
I felt my hand. Moving… but I wasn't moving it?
I felt my head move, it must be a miracle. I can move my head. I sighed feeling the air escape my lungs. My last breath I was holding on too…
It's as if I felt like I was getting the gift of life again.
I felt my feet moving, slightly. I looking back up at Andrea, her wiggling around in the chair a lot more frantically.
"Milton?" she asked terrified.
I'm fine. I spoke but the words didn't come out, just a gargle of blood in my lungs.
She started making the noises of sobs breaking from her, like she was breaking right before my eyes. Frantically yelling
"Come on!" she freed one of her hands.
I stood up.
My feet started going towards her. I tried to stop myself, how was I even moving?
Andrea! I yelled but all that came out was a gargle. I was ecstatic, something was left over! Something was there! I'm still here!
My arms went out, robotically. I trying to place them down. I felt my eyebrows go down in anger. Why didn't I have control of my body?
She was looking down, screaming trying to let the other cuff loose.
She got it loose, thank god.
Both of her arms free, I grabbed her by the shoulders, her placing her hand on my jaw, keeping my head back. I started snapping at her.
Stop. This is andrea. She is not an enemy. I called to myself, i tried to coax myself back to reality. When I felt a slipping sensation, more and more away from myself. Buried deep inside of my brain. Like I was locked inside of a cage, but experiencing everything firsthand.
This is worse than any hell I could imagine.
She was saying something… To me. But now it was under a fuzz, a thick haze. Only certain words peeking through.
"Milton…you…here" The three words I caught, was she asking if I was still here?
Milton are you here? Her words echoed through my mind, the trapped one. Much like a playback sensation, a weird experience as if I was a few seconds behind my own brain. My own sights, smells, touch. Like my brain was lagged from it, I was getting reflections of what was happening.
I am, I'm still here. I tried saying but a loud screech came form my mouth instead. Her eyes going wide in terror, I couldn't see them clearly, without my glasses. I wanted to cry. because I couldn't see her clearly before I died. A second time.
When I heard one thing, crystal clear.
"I can't live in a world like this."
She let go of me.
I started screaming, more and more to for her to stop. Because she could have been safe, she could have gone out. I started leaving more and more, feeling my teeth sink into her. I couldn't escape this hell, of standing back and watching this unfold.
More white noise.
When the lights went out.