The Strings

Chapter 5

She has thin eyebrows and very long eye lashes. her lips are so small and there are stains of blood in it. I can't help but notice that this woman is very beautiful. She has a face of an angel.

I placed my cheek one inch closer to her nose. I verified that she is not breathing.

"What now?!" Alice asked, she seemed concerned this time.

Shit! I really have to do this. My lips have never been in contact with another lips before other than james' but I have no choice.

I swallowed as much saliva as I can.

"What now Piper?!" Alice asked again.

I'm glad she remembered my name but I'm not glad the she is putting a lot pressure on me right now.

I raised my hand and signaled her to stop. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

You're a nurse, you can do this. I told myself.

I held her forehead and lifted her chin slightly just enough for her lips to part. I pinched her nose and closed my eyes as I slowly locked my lips into hers.

I gave her my breathing.

I repeated the process as much as I can. I took deep breathes and gave it to her.

"C'mon! breathe!" I can feel tears falling from my eyes as I said it. I lost count on how many times I've repeated the process.

"Breathe!

And when I was about to gave up, she drew air in her lungs.

She drew air in her lungs! She drew air in her freaking lungs! Thank God!

I took a seat on the floor and buried my face on my hands. I cried. I don't know why but I cried.

I felt someone tapping my shoulders so I looked up and wiped my tears.

"You did it. You saved her." Alice said with a smile.

I look around and everyone is gathering on me, congratulating and thanking me. I was overwhelmed by their gratitude.

*****

Cece

I had the strangest dream. I felt someone kissing me.

Keiran.

The first person that crossed my mind was my dead boyfriend when I felt soft lips touching mine.

My heart started to beat erratically. A seed of hope sprouted from it and gradually starting to branched its way through my veins and arteries.

Oh my god! Am I dead? If I am, then maybe it's true. Keiran is here.

I opened my eyes abruptly, expecting to see that familiar brown, opal eyes...

Instead my eyes met an unfamiliar blue eyes almost the shade of the sky.

I hate the sky. I wonder why it's almost always bright. How can it be bright when the rest of my world is dim and lifeless? The sky constantly reminds me, taunting me, that the rest of the world goes on. And yet here I am, stuck in a limbo, unwilling to move from my spot.

A whirlwind of emotions started to brew inside of me. Unfamiliar feelings started to assault me...I chose the one I'm acquainted with. Anger.

"What the hell? Who gave you the right to save me?" I lashed out to the stranger who revived me.

"Excuse me?" The girl was caught off guard by my bitchy remark.

"No, excuse me, but you extended your help where it's not wanted. Next time, mind your own business and stick your mouth all to yourself." I know I sounded ungrateful and insensitive. I wish I could give a damn, but I don't.

I was about to turn my back on her when I felt it. My face turned to the left by its impact. I have to give it to her the girl has some fire, it stirs up familiar tingling feeling inside of me. I disregard it and slowly look back at her.

"I'm sorry you are so miserable you felt the need to end your life but I am not sorry I slapped you. You deserved it. I just had the greatest feeling in my life, I was proud of myself and then you tainted it with your ungratefulness. How dare you!" She stomped her way to a guy, yanked him and walked away hurriedly.

"Miss, I think you need to be brought to the hospital."

I stared blankly to the medic asking me to be checked. "There's no need. I'm fine." I replied coldly. Then I turned my back from the crowd and slowly made my way back to the building.

Scenes of what just happened played on my mind.

I reached my apartment, which is located in that same building, in no time. I stood in the dark, not bothering to turn on the light.

Then I slowly stripped my clothes...one by one...until I'm down to my last piece of garment.

With my hands on the string of my undies I went to the bathroom and took a shower. I watched as the water dripped from my body with tinge of blood washing away the remnants of my failed attempt to take my life...again. I turned off the shower, went out of the room.

I walked to the full-length mirror.

Ever so lightly, I started to caress the curves of my hips, the fullness of my chest...

....then my hand landed on top of my breast.

Lub-dub. I can almost hear the faint sound of my heart beating.

I'm still alive.

My fingers started to move frantically. My nails dug to my skin as I move my hands through my body.

Back and forth. Back and forth. It's like my hands follow a rhythm of a sound increasing its tempo. I'm still alive. I'm still alive. I'm still alive.

I stopped.

Then I looked at my fingers.

What the---?

My eyes quickly turned to my image in the mirror. I was shocked to see some tinge of blood on my skin everywhere.

As I look at the reminder of  how alive I am right now, blue eyes invaded my memory. I felt a surge of fury. I'm livid.

"I'm still alive. And it's all because of her." 🇵🇭  

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