Ambil Nafasku Pergi 소설 & 이야기

I need to leave. “I really do need air,” I say. Before he can stop me, I turn and push through the crowd. I hear him call my name. I don’t turn around. Because if I do, I’ll go back. I know I will. I move faster, slipping between dancing bodies until the music begins to fade behind me. Cool night air hits my skin when I step outside. I breathe deeply. Once. Twice. It doesn’t help. My magic is still buzzing. My lips still tingling. My heart still racing.

I take a deep breath. Nobody touches what belongs to me

I suck in a deep breath, and allow my anxiety to flow out of the release before I speak. “Can we talk?”

I try my best with my curling iron and it doesn't seem to work so I leave it. I use a mild perfume and take out a white bag. I exhale while staring at my reflection in the mirror. "Okay. This is it.”

Swiping my tears I walked towards it , no actually I was running to pass that door before it closes in front of me. " I am free now " I mumbled to myself with all happiness. When I kept each step forward there was a fear inside me that someone will call me back or catch me but nothing like that happened. I walked out through that door and cold breeze touched my face which made me feel that I am breathing by myself. No one is ordering me to when to breath or when to hold it.

I whisper, dusting my hands together. Relive and free, I exhale deeply, smiling “At least, this is a start” I say as I ascend a flight of stairs leading to my apartment.

A few moments later several nurses raced in. “Ok honey, we are going to get this tube out” one said, her voice calm and eyes kind. “I need you to breathe through your nose ok, good, that's it.” I stared at her wide eyed, feeling the oxygen bless my body as I greedily sucked in as much as I could, my nostrils flaring.

Please, please, please. My panic goes up a notch but quitting is not an option. I take three steps back and propel my shoulder forward. Gasping, a sharp pain shoots up my arm. There’s no time to worry about myself. Retreating for the second time, inhaling through my nose, and exhaling out my mouth, I sprint and slam with every last bit of strength I have against the door. This time, it opens for me.

I really wouldn't want to do this, but you leave no choice. Air escapes my lungs without my permission and my heart pounds against my chest, alarmed as its fuzzy outline floats above me. — Get away . — Escape — breathless jibber jabber . I try to get away from him, even though he never ends on the grounds that my developments are uncomfortable, my head spins at top speed and the borage that dominates me is horrible that it makes me nauseated. So Jorfit can put on my face what I find that may be dirt or residue; whatever it is, it gives me a hacking assault when I feel it spill out of my nostrils.

As I see bubbles escape my lips. This is it.....I am going to die.