The crunching noise of small twigs underneath the wheels of a gurney as paramedics shove Ana around is an all but comforting sound. The steady tightening of the skin on her body is a painful yet soothing feeling. Her breathing is getting weaker and weaker. A blink of the eyes and shes blinded by hospital lights. The slight hum of the dying bulbs sounds like screaming in her ears and Ana, herself feels like screaming. The stench of charred flesh fills her nostrils and makes it unbearable to breath, but she knows she has to keep breathing. Everything starts fading fast and all Ana can feel is the pounding of paddles on her chest and the jolting of limbs against her will.
"God damn it Ana! Fight, FIGHT! Don't you die on me!"
Ana can feel her lungs collapsing with every breath and gasps for air. A blurry mask comes over her and then everything goes black.
"A-Ana..? Ana baby?" whispers a scruff filled tired voice to left ear, "Please wake up...please..I need you, please..." A large callused hand gently takes her hand and grips it lightly begging for a response.
The small wrinkled hand of Ana's neighbor reaches out to to touch Jackson's shoulder. "Jackson, honey. I-"
He quickly throws her hand off of him and rises to his feet. "NO! I KNOW SHE'LL WAKE UP! DON'T Try to tell me any different..." He gently drops her hand onto the bed beside her. Ana can hear the crack in his voice and can tell hes holding back tears. She tries to move to grab his hand again, but her body feels heavier than stone and her muscles are too weak to lift her limbs.
"Why? Why can't I move? Why did this happen? Jackson, I'm so sorry..." Ana's thoughts unable to escape her lips, bounce around inside the inside of her head and drive her crazy.
Ana's neighbor tries to comfort Jackson and he throws himself onto her. Crying into her shoulder, his entire body shakes in her arms. She rubs his back doing what she can to soothe him and his sobbing.
His voice thick and crackling, he is barely able to get out a whisper. "I just know she'll wake up...she will..."
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Dollhouse
Teen FictionLiving isn't always the easiest thing to do. Seeing how the world is already a shit storm. When you're born you're thrown into it and expected to survive. Most of the time, you find your way to you're feet and cling onto trends that carry you throug...
