**No Air**

**Artie's Point Of View**

This story was taken, with permission from Artemis Rayne. It is the story she wrote called No Air, but it is from Artie's Point of View. I really wanted to know what it was like from his perspective and so I decided to write it for the other people who wanted to know the same thing as well.

I know that it's not as good as when Artemis Rayne wrote it but I tried and I am happy with it.

This is also my first post.

~Please enjoy

MiniKimChi

****************************************Chapter 1****************************************

I wake up confused and dazed… at least I think I wake up. As my mind begins to come to a more functional state, I realize I don't want to open my eyes but even when I try, they don't. My body feels numb and heavy like there is a weight on my chest. The thing that's unsettling about the whole thing is my legs. I think I can even feel them sinking into the mattress.

I let out a breath that I didn't even realize I was holding, and let my body relax deeper into the bed that I'm on. I know that it's not my bed though because of the way it feels. Normally my mattress wraps around my torso from who knows how many years of use, but this one kinda reminds me of a brick, a brick with a comfy covering.

The more I lie here on the slab, the more I realize I can't even remember how I got there. Did I sleep over someone's house? No, I have school tomorrow. Maybe I fell asleep on the couch or my parent's bed. Nope. Even those aren't bricks. Where am I?

Suddenly there is something holding my left hand. It just stays there for a minute or two. I can't really be sure but it definitely wasn't more than two minutes. I feel something warm and soft touch the back of my hand.

I want to smile at the kiss but I don't want to move. I just want to lie there letting my mind have a break from the constant noise of my normal high school setting.

I expect the lips to move away but they don't; that's when the person speaks. "Come back to me, Artie. I'm not going anywhere." I hear the voice say and now I want to cry. I can feel the person's slick warm breath against the back of my hand and in an instant I know who it is.

Tina.

Slowly I feel her move her head so that she has her cheek to my fingers. I smile mentally to myself. I know what she's doing right now and I know what she's thinking too. Right now she's telling herself that she won't fall asleep and that she'll remain awake until I wake up. I don't want to. It's not that I want her to stay awake; it's just that I can't. I feel my body settle further into the bed on, without me even willing it to. I try to force my eyes open and I almost have it when I feel another drop in my mind.

I let out another breath and let whatever it is that's inside me, pull me back into the darkness of my own mind.