Blood spluttered past my lips as I gagged, choking on it's crimson metallic liquid essence that once flowed within my veins, tainting my now once clean sweater. I could hear the nerve wracking ticks of a clock, rapid ticks, both milliseconds and seconds combined, symbolizing my life line. Hyperventilating, now – heaving really – I was desperate to catch any signs of oxygen instead of blood.
Dropping to the crimson splotched plush carpet, I felt my heart dropping along with it and fear to heighten to the point where it was almost unbearable. My ankle twisted in the process of falling, adding along to this agonizing moment. I was unable to scream out in pain or call for aid, my windpipe was clogged full of blood. Frightening thoughts overflowed, making my inner mental capacity to worsen to demise striking scenarios.
What I would give to even let out a small whine…
I could faintly hear a rumble from somewhere in the house but I hadn't thought too much of it, my life was literally ticking away at the moment. Time was showing no sympathy for me, it never did. After all, time truly does wait for no one.
Perspire trickled down my temple as my palms reached up to my throat, clutching tightly as if it would squeeze up every drip, drip, drop of blood. I finally felt an intense pressure clench my chest, creeping up to my throat, leaving behind a sick-like feeling. The feeling then went into overdrive, dropping down into my stomach and plunging itself back up to my throat. Tears finally broke, somehow breaking itself from an unknown invisible dam.
Clenching my eyes shut, I let out the urge, the blood. Hacking and gasps were all I was able to do at that point as my shaky palms moved down to my throbbing ankle.
"Swan Girl?"
Finally taking a large intake of oxygen after clearing my throat, I let my eyes open slowly, hearing the very familiar calls from my thirty year old neighbor, Emmett McCarthy.
"Bella?"
I let out a small smile, remembering how that name came to be. It actually happened when my family and I moved in. And Emmett was the first and only who had greeted us with literal open arms. I called them his special bear hugs.
My hands violently shook when I felt the violent pulse of my ankle and the accelerating crimson liquid that was filling my windpipe again. Trepidation consumed me as well as dread when I realized my outcome, not one emotion could stop this, not even the desire of having someone to aid me.
I was going to demise…
My heart clenched more as my throat felt heavy from this peril life possibly shattering moment. Not only that but the thick crimson that flooded my windpipe as well. I could feel the pressure clenching again on my chest, but had ignored it for some reason. Feeling the large gags that threatened, wanting to aid me from the blood, but I knew that it still wouldn't have worked. The blood would just keep coming, and coming, and coming until eventually I'd bled out.
My hands were shaking a lot less now, but that still hadn't meant that I wasn't scared anymore. No, I was far from being finished.
"Bella!"
As I laid, I looked down at the floors, finding spots of blood rapidly soaking into the carpet, escaping from my nose.
It was inevitable, dying.
Closing my eyes, I heard the pounding steps of Emmett's feet echoing through the once peaceful home. They were growing increasingly closer to me. Biting my bloody lip, I clenched my palm into a tight fist before slamming it down, ceasing the loud steps. I slammed my fist down thrice more before heaving my hand back down in exhaustion. I was suddenly rammed in the face with it, exhaustion, and hadn't had any more strength left in me. I was utterly fatigue.
"Holy...Bella!" I heard Emmett's booming voice blur away, making every word afterward hazy.
Then it all faded away…
At least I thought it did.
I own nothing. It all belongs to Stephanie Meyer. I'm from Wattpad and had used one of my stories from there for help on this. This is my first story btw but I'm not new to fanfic.