So I'm trying to publish more but eh I never have enough time and I never can do anything and my writing is shit but here. Short chapter but intense chapter.
Oh and work with me I'm working off of my phone for y'all.
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Vic
I drove up to the house with this sense of impending doom in my chest. My heart was thudding and I was terrified. What if my plan didn't work? What if my mom was too far gone?
I couldn't bear the thought. She had to be fixable. There had to be something that went right.
I took a deep breath and walked into the house. What I was expecting was something much better than the catastrophe that lay before me. My heart felt empty and I didn't know how to react.
The floor was a mess. Blood everywhere, on the walls and on the feathers from the pillows that were torn apart. The couch had my mothers passed out body on it; she snored as if there wasn't a death scene to look at.
I kneeled down next to my brother and searched for a pulse. There was none. I frantically called 911 and tears soaked my face.
"911 what's your emergency?"
My voice shook. "M-my brother i-is not b-b-breathing..."
She asked me what my address was and of course I gave it to her, my chest rising and falling as I felt an emptiness wash over me. My breathing was labored as I waited for the ambulance to arrive.
I did the only thing I could do. I started CPR.
"Breathe, Mike, please breathe... I can't live without you..."
My stomach lurched as he caught a gasping breath and coughed violently. His voice was raspy and light as he spoke; it was so hard to hear him.
"Vic..." He breathed. "Don't forget me..."
"Don't talk like that. The ambulance is on their way. Keep holding on. Please."
He let out a small laugh and his blood was soaking my shirt and hands. I started to cry. I knew what was coming.
"Don't...don't let her push you around Vic...I...I love you..."
Sobs racked my body as his body went limp and his eyes glazed over. I threw him out of my arms and aggressively tried CPR again.
"Live!" I shouted. "I'm not losing you!"
His limp body didn't take any more gasps of air. That was it. He was gone.
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