Disclaimer: I don't own characters. Plot's mine. I wish Breathe was mine...but Taylor Swift is just boss like that(;
Chapter Three
[Based on Breathe by Taylor Swift]
Macey Point of View.
I grabbed the suitcase and shut the door behind me. I wipe the tears trailing down my face and open the door to my car, plopping in the seat and throwing the suitcase in the back with anger. I thrust the key into the ignition, turning it, hearing the engine roar loudly. I shut the door and buckle the seatbelt, pressing my foot down on the gas pedal. Hard. I wish it could be over. I don't want to go on like this.
I can feel my heart beating faster as I keep driving down. Driving down the road to nowhere.
I see your face in my mind as I drive away,
Cause none of us thought it was gonna end that way.
I keep driving for hours. I don't know which state I'm in or how I got there. But it looks like upstate New York. And I've been driving here from Illinois.
I haven't eaten for twelve hours. I'm not hungry. All that's been entering my stomach is the small and close to empty plastic water bottle sitting in my cup holder.
My hands grip tighter on the steering wheel as the headlights from the cars passing me on the highway. I take a few deep breaths, but my lungs feel weak. I turn the radio on, only to hear a sad guitar strumming and a tragic artist singing a melancholy melody.
Music starts playin' like the end of a sad movie;
it's the kinda ending you don't really wanna see.
Now I'm in Vermont. It's been 18 hours since I last ate. My lungs feel heaving, like I've smoked my entire life. My vision is blurry, and all I can see is the trees surrounding me. The radio station gave up on me. The connection to my phone was lost. My fingernails have left marks on the leather steering wheel. My hands are sweating and my knuckles are white. I stare straight ahead. But something is coming out of the rumpling trees.
It's, it's…it's a deer.
Never a clean break, no one here to save me.
You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand,
I press my foot hard on the brakes. The car swerves and the deer runs to safety. I grip tighter and tighter on the wheel, my foot still as pressured as it can be on the pedal. My eyes are closed tight, and I'm hoping for the best. But I feel the car smash into a large tree. The airbag pops, and my neck is whipped back. The whole front of my car is smashed in. I feel dizzy, and see the red, sticky stuff on my hands. My lungs feel heavier than ever.
I realize that stuff is blood. And it's oozing into my eyes. And I can't see.
And I can't breathe.
Without you,
But I have to,
Breathe.
"Excuse me? Miss! Miss McHenry! Miss, are you alright? Do you need the paramedics?" a voice says from my car. I open my mouth to speak but to no avail. "Miss! Miss!" the voice fades out as I drift off into a dark and fatal sleep.
Every little bump in the road I tried to swerve.
Nothing we say is gonna save us from the fall out.
The next thing I hear is a siren. I see red and white coming toward me in the darkness.
"We can't get her out!" someone screams. "The Jaws of Life!"
I feel the door being ripped off. I hear a steady siren and feel a pair of strong arms carrying me out of my seat.
I'm let down on a hard bed and am being pushed away.
"Get her to the hospital, stat! She's not going to make it! She's not breathing!" a different voice says.
Then my thoughts and senses are erupted into darkness.
Am…am I dead?
You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand,
and I can't,
breathe,
Without you,
But I have to.
I suddenly awake, sitting straight up in my bed. Was it a dream?
No. I'm in a hospital room. Cammie is sitting on the couch, wrapped in Zach's arms, falling into a deep sleep. Bex is snoring on a chair. Liz is clinging to my hand, in a dark slumber by my bedside. I feel my heart stop. My throat is chocked up and it takes a lot for me to suck in a breath. I glance at the alarm clock.
1:57 a.m. Then I feel a stare on my right. I look over; adjusting my arms to the tubes they're connected to. My heart stops. Again.
"Macey?"
Its two a.m.
Feelin' like I just lost a friend.
"Macey." He says. His eyes are circled in redness, and he looks like he hasn't slept in days. And maybe he hasn't. How long was I out?
"Nick?" I ask. The room is coated in darkness. My hair is clinging to my face. A lone tear trickles down my dry face.
"It's me, Macey." I turn away. "Macey…why did you leave?"
And we know it's never simple,
Never easy.
"You left first." I snap.
"Macey, I just needed time to think." He replies calmly. He rubs his dark eyes.
"Maybe I just needed time to think." I say back, acting short and snippy. I don't care. He's the one that did this to me.
"But you could've died!" He yells as his voice rose significantly higher. But yet no one wakes up. "You could've died." He says softer. "What was I supposed to do without you?"
Now my lungs don't just feel heavy. They feel like weights. My throat has closed completely. This is it.
I can't breathe. I can't breathe.
I choke on the air, and Nick rushes to my side. "Macey!" he yells. I'm still chocking.
"I can't breathe." I choke out. I keep coughing and sucking in air. "I can't breathe." I feel like something is clogging I can't,
I can't,
Breathe,
Without you,
But I have to,
Tears stream down his face. He kisses me hard on the forehead. My breathing slowly regulates back.
"Macey," He says.
"Breathe."
I can't
Breathe,
Without you.
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