Lizzy thought she was drowning. She was actually afraid of opening her eyes, because she was surrounded by water outside; outside, and inside her eyes and mouth. And she didn't want to know what she would see.
She choked, and coughed. Her eyes opened, and she realized that she was alone. Even depression couldn't follow her here. Looking up, she was was kneeling and the water's surface was right there, close enough to break above with her fingers. But she couldn't stand, or even move her head.
I'm dead, here and in the real world. No matter what I do, I can't go back. I won't wake up.
The water around her consumed the tears she shed. She breathed in the water, the inhale filling her lungs. The bubbles she exhaled reached the surface, while she could not.
Am I in heaven? Or is this hell?
The water was cold. She hadn't noticed at first, but now her body's temperature was lowering, until her skin shivered.
It was raining, above the water. Little stipples of water made imprints on the membrane.
Lizzy felt the spinning sensation again, as if her head was swimming.
I just wanted to die. Why is it worse here? Is this eternity?
She seemed to be in a shallow interpretation of the ocean, because while her legs rested on something solid, beneath her was briny green water. She could see the bottom though. It was just as unreachable as the top. She wished she could die again. She was suspended between her first attempt at death, no matter how much she felt that she was about to die, she couldn't.
I want to die here, so that I can move on or wake up. If I wake up, I will live my life. If I drown here, I hope that it happens soon.
They made their way through dark alleys, the bricks in the building walls were like prison blocks. The car windows fogged up, and Gilbert grasped around for something to clear it with. He found a tissue, which ripped as he smeared it across the windshield.
He shouldn't have been driving that fast, and the consequence was swerving to avoid a trashcan in the alley. Lizzy was still and unconscious in the passenger seat.
How long does she have left?
His thoughts throbbed faster than his mileage.
How many pills did she swallow?
And then the agonizing question: Why?
While his thoughts throbbed, You know why, they protested indignantly. I thought I was there for her. I thought we could get out alive, together.
Lizzy had given up, and now she was dying.
It was 20 minutes to the hospital, and he had decided that 911 wouldn't be as fast.
For once, even more than usual, he disregarded all rules and sped down the highway as soon as he reached it, allowing his fear and adrenaline to drive.
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Hi guys! I'm not dead. Huzzah!
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Guest: Thank you for reviewing! I agree. After all they've been through, everyone just deserves to be happy :)