I could feel my pulse beating like a base drum in my ears. The steam from my hot breath dripped down the window of my mothers SUV, splitting into two droplets at the bottom. I sat and watched each drop fall and then fly off of the window like a bullet from a gun. We pulled into the parking lot of St. Memorial Hospital. I couldn't hear a thing. It was like my brain was on mute as my playlist of cheerful, now mockingly happy, music played into my ears. But I heard no sound. Is this what dying is like? No it can't be. Where is that magical light leading me to the gateway of Heaven? Why isn't my whole life flashing before my eyes like and old black and white film? This can't be death. Can it?
Author's Note
I know this was short, but I just wanted to give you guys a little preview before I went to bed. So hope you enjoy it! So go and dream about telling everyone you know about Lost but Found! Oh and maybe dream a little bit about favoriting and commenting too? Thanks loves!
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Lost but Found
Teen FictionHave you ever wondered what it would be like if you lived in romance novel. Living, breathing, and feeling every single cliche. Well so does Abi Wilson. A curly blonde with a dry sense of humor and enough popularity to rule the world. Now don't go a...
