Her last breath

" HELP!!!"I scream my heart out, panting with hot sweat dripping down my body, from my cheeks to my collarbone; the little drops trek down, wetting not just the lids of my glasses but also my collar until it gets over the soft rise of my cleavage.I turn, looking back each time as I race through the gray walls of an underground passageway, it's narrow walls stretch further and low cemented ceiling trapped me releasing a spooked out version of me running deeper in it. The gray gradually fades into sandy brown with the peeling gray paint resting at the bottom of the wall. A dull bulb is pinned against the wall as I speed pass it, leaving behind its fluctuating light.Running forward, I narrow my eyes trying to make out my way in the dull darkness. My feet make constant 'bangs' on the ground. All around me, I hear its echoes. "HELP!!!"I scream out once more, my voice louder with tears and panting as I hasten my already racing feet. In the darkness, my eyes make out another pair of l

I head back to my house with the white nylon swinging in my hands. A little drop of rain falls on my cheeks and I look up to find a star less sky. It's bluish black body is full of swollen bucky clouds.It is unclear to me why, but I have never seen a star on a rainy night, maybe it's because the clouds cover them, thus hiding them.Honestly, I have a bad memory of the rain. I know it's cold and relaxing when you lay on your couch with a mug of hot tea watching some Netflix or a plate of ice blocks on your laps crunching to the splitting sound of the rain, if you are my kinda girl, but my earliest memory of the rain isn't so rosy. I remember standing in a field with a sunflower in my little hands. The sunflower in my hands fit in with the flowers lined up in front of a grey gravestone.I stand in the midst of various adults clothed in a black overall gown. My hair is gelled back with stylish little silver pin on the side.The sky is ash and cloudy as various drops of rain fall from i

" ᴵ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ˡⁱᶠᵉ " ᵂʰᵒ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ᴮʳᵒᵒᵏˡʸⁿ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵍᵉ ᵃ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵍᵉ ⁱ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᶜʳᵒˢˢᵉᵈ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵍᵉ ⁱ ᶠᵃˡˡ ᶠʳᵒᵐ?ᴵ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵍᵉ, ˢᵒ ʳᵉᶠʳᵉˢʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵀʰᵉ ᵇʳᵉᵉᶻᵉ ᵇˡᵒʷˢ ᵐʸ ᵉᵇᵒⁿʸ ʰᵃⁱʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵒⁿᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ˢᵗᵉᵖ, ˡ'ˡˡ... 'ᵂᵃⁱᵗ!' ʰᵉ ᶜᵃˡˡˢ ᵒᵘᵗ.ᴵ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵇˡᵘᵉ ᵉʸᵉˢ ˢᵗᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ⁱ ˡᵒⁿᵍᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ " ᵐᵘˢᶜᵘˡᵃʳ ᵃʳᵐˢ... "WAIT! WHAT?I tear the piece of paper, squeezing it then I throw it into the dustbin. It's crazy how it has been five days since I last saw Cameron, and I find myself obsessing over him. Meg switches on the TV in the sitting room, distant voices play in the background. I try to continue writing, but the TV distracts me. I scramble down a number of words that come into my head on my rough note. To my dismay, I see a bunch of “Cameron black” My God! I am running mad. I fall on my bed and roll on my back. My door swings open and Meg stands in front of it.“Krystal, um…There's an opportunity for writers online lik