Author's Note: So I heard this song while I was thinking of ideas for another fic, and this idea came to me. Darker than my other story (Poison and Wine) but I still hope you guys enjoy! Let me know what you think! Character details will be coming in the first chapter.
Demon's We're Made Of.
Prologue.
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Maya Hunter's apartment – 10:13 P.M.
"911, what's the location of your emergency?"
"2950 Fifth Avenue, Apartment 13."
"Okay, sir. What is your emergency?"
"May- My gi- Jesus!"
"Sir, I need you to calm down and tell me your emergency."
"My niece's friend isn't breathing! I found her like this. I don't know how long-"
"Sir, I'll need you to start CPR. Do you know how? Can you do that for me?"
Hand tugging on his hair, his eyes unable to see anything through the tears, he stood in front of the blonde's nearly lifeless body. "Ye-yeah, I can."
"Okay. Does she have a pulse?"
Josh put the cell phone's speaker on and set it on the linoleum floor next to his knees as he hovered over the female, moving her onto her back. His fingertips rested underneath her jawline, feeling the spot as it pulsating underneath his tough. "Yeah, it's faint."
"Okay, I'll need you to start respiration until the medical team arrives. Keep talking to me, okay?"
He barely muttered as he tipped her head back, his fingers pinching her nose as he brought his lips to hers. Drawing in a deep breath, he passed the air into her, watching her chest rise and fall as he did so. He did it once more and waited, keeping his fingers on her carotid, feeling her pulse.
He repeated the cycle again, this time not feeling a pulse at the end.
"Her pulse stopped!"
"Sir, the medical team is almost there, but I need you to start chest compressions."
Josh hadn't waited for the dispatcher to tell him what to do; he had already laced his fingers together and placed one hand over the other, driving the heel of his palm into her chest repetitively.
Tears stung his eyes and he rapidly blinked them away, some falling onto the back of his hands. "Maya, come on. Please don't leave me."
Two more breaths and a check of her pulse, nothing.
He had just situated himself to start compressions again when voices caught him off guard. EMTs rushed into the bathroom; one grabbed Josh from the blonde's body and pulled him away while the other dropped his kit next to her and opened it, handing the artificial respirator to a third man. Josh watched them crowd around her, soon losing complete sight of her. The EMT who had grabbed him passed him off to a police officer who had followed them up the steps.
The next few moments were a complete, chaotic blur. Voices yelling, a stretcher came through the hallway and into the small space of a bathroom where Maya had tried to end her life.
The question on his mind:
Why?
He wouldn't get his answer for three days.
For now, he was watching the technicians lift her body onto a stretcher and move out of the apartment. The officer's hands were on his arms, preventing him from moving and disrupting the team as they tried to save her life. When they were a safe distance away, the officer escorted Josh to the ambulance waiting downstairs. Jumping in the back of the ambulance without a word, he turned back to the officer. "I need my cell phone. It's in the bathroom. I need to call-"
"I'll find it and bring it to you," the man said, beginning to close the doors of the ambulance and knocking on it as a signal to get going.
Sirens blared and Josh ignored it as he focused on the girl laying nearly lifeless on the stretcher, the technicians still working to keep her alive.
"We have a pulse, now. It's faint, but it's there."
Dropping his head in his hands, he allowed himself to cry. He already had gotten there, but had tried to keep it together in order to save her. But he hadn't, and he didn't know if they could either.
"Don't leave me, Maya," he whispered.