Auburn strands lay on the floor, some stuck together in wet clumps, some alone but dripping all the same. The dead body lay on the floor, blood surrounded its head. The pieces of flesh flowed from the tub as he saw the face of a dear friend. He ran to her cold, pale body. He lifted her from the frozen water, her eyes were closed, her lips a noticeable blue. Her skin felt gelled over. She felt foreign in his arms, even though he had comforted her many times when she had lost her cool in front of him.
Her clothes were torn, bloody bruises covered her once flawless body. She had drying blood slipping off the skin beneath her swollen nose. As he gently placed her on the floor, he unbuttoned the top of her collared shirt and felt for a pulse. A faint pulse was present, a pulse that soon fade to nothing without oxygen. He began to perform mouth to mouth on her, first having to slightly readjust her limp form.
She began to cough after about thirty seconds. Water shot of her mouth and she felt herself being tilted to the side so she could get the water out of her mouth without much effort. She felt the water slipping down her cheek and chin as she slightly choked. Her eyes remained closed as she took in gulps of the cold air. She felt a hand on her face, wiping off some of the hair that was plastered to her face. Her shoulders and head felt sticky along with other patches on her body. She felt dull pains from where she had been hit, punched, and kicked.
The back of her neck burned where her attacker had sliced her open in an attempt to cut her now blood red sopping hair. For a moment she wondered if she had cancer, but with a quick movement, she felt the metal chip still present on her body. As she slowly opened her eyes, she saw his face, she saw the fear in his eyes, and she delicately whispered his name.
"Skinner.." Her voice was weak and hoarse. She struggled to say more to him, tell him she was cold, that she was dying. She wanted him to know that she loved him, that he was her best friend. She wanted to tell him everything, but darkness came as words passed his lips...
Her clothes were torn, bloody bruises covered her once flawless body. She had drying blood slipping off the skin beneath her swollen nose. As he gently placed her on the floor, he unbuttoned the top of her collared shirt and felt for a pulse. A faint pulse was present, a pulse that soon fade to nothing without oxygen. He began to perform mouth to mouth on her, first having to slightly readjust her limp form.
She began to cough after about thirty seconds. Water shot of her mouth and she felt herself being tilted to the side so she could get the water out of her mouth without much effort. She felt the water slipping down her cheek and chin as she slightly choked. Her eyes remained closed as she took in gulps of the cold air. She felt a hand on her face, wiping off some of the hair that was plastered to her face. Her shoulders and head felt sticky along with other patches on her body. She felt dull pains from where she had been hit, punched, and kicked.
The back of her neck burned where her attacker had sliced her open in an attempt to cut her now blood red sopping hair. For a moment she wondered if she had cancer, but with a quick movement, she felt the metal chip still present on her body. As she slowly opened her eyes, she saw his face, she saw the fear in his eyes, and she delicately whispered his name.
"Skinner.." Her voice was weak and hoarse. She struggled to say more to him, tell him she was cold, that she was dying. She wanted him to know that she loved him, that he was her best friend. She wanted to tell him everything, but darkness came as words passed his lips...
