I can't breathe. I can't breathe.
"Open your eyes. COME ON! Open your god damn EYES!"
Can you hear me? Please say you can hear me.
When I was younger, I would always hear people tell me "Danni, you can't...", though, anything after those few words became white noise.
Like the little naughty kid I was, I would reply "I can and I will".
Sure enough, I understood more than any other kids my age that with action come consequences.
I knew I was going to get punished.
Why? Why did I do bad things knowing I would get punished?
No kid likes getting punished.
Psychologically, the most obvious explanation was, a little kid looking for attention; most likely because she feels neglected by her parents.
Yes, but no.
Yes, because my parents or parent did neglect me.
No, because that was not the only reason.
It's crazy. I don't actually know why. There's no specific reason. I just wanted to try and do many different things.
Even at a young age, I wanted to experience varies activities. Just experience life to the fullest. No barriers. No restrictions.
To be honest, the things I did weren't overly bad.
I wasn't an overly naughty kid, but I was no little angel.
Yet, why did it take one wrong turn for everything to come crumpling down.
Why?
Why it was too late for me to understand what those barriers and restrictions were meant for?
It seems, in those last moments I find myself asking so many whys.
I somehow, subconsciously, knew all my bad doings would come to bite in the ass one day.
I never thought they'd come and take my life.
Oh god, this can't be real. I can't breathe.
Someone please. Anyone help me. I can't hear anything please.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
"Stay. Stay please. Don't leave me."
I can't breathe. I can't breathe.
"Help is coming. I promise, just open your eyes. Oh god, JUST OPEN YOUR EYES!"
It's crazy. Life can be given.
"Please don't go. Help is coming"
It's cold. It's really cold.
"Help is coming. Help is coming"
And life can be taken.
"I can't feel your pulse. Don't do this. Don't you die!"
"BREATHE!"
This is my story.
My name?
"Danni!"
Danni.
Danielle Evans.
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The Big Flip
Teen Fiction"If you got nothing nice to say, don't say anything" Lilly Looked at me puzzled "No offence, Danni. But you don't seem like the type of person to walk away without having the last smart ass comment" She has a point. "Oh. I'm not don't yet"...
