Hi, so this is my first time writing a story on this, I hope you all like it!! Please give me criticism, I'll use it! Well here I go...enjoy! *•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*• Blaire took a deep breath, making sure her last one would be the best she's ever had, closing her eyes, she inhaled the aroma of everything around her. She smelled the flowers and the freshly cooked pumpkin bread her mother made for her, thinking Blaire was only going on a picnic. Satisfied with the breath, she was ready to go. Blaire cautiously peered over the cliffs edge. She saw many trees, and a lot of rocks...some smooth and harmless, but others deathly and jagged. She swallowed hard, fighting back the tears that were about to stream out of her green eyes. This is it, she thought. No turning back now. She took a few steps back, shut her eyes tight, and ran. She ran about 8 steps until the ground disappeared and she was plummeting to her death. And that was when it hit her, I don't want to die! Her eyes flew open, her blonde hair was flying all around her face, she tried to blow it away but it was no use, gravity was too strong. She felt a strong, sharp rock hit her foot and send a million shards of the rock falling with Blaire, only to end up piercing her face and body. Ouch! She shrieked, then stopped, knowing a greater pain was beneath her. She didn't have much time left, she glanced down, only a few more seconds till death, she thought, why was I so stupid to do this!!! 5....4....3....2....1....everything went black... Blaire woke up with the most confused face ever, shouldn't I be dead? She wondered. And yes, she should have, if it wasn't for...what was it for? Now that is a great question, but my identity will be shared with few...maybe you're one of them. But who knows? Just don't do stupid stuff again, sweetie, but I'm always watching out for you, until we meet, Xoxo, Breathe
Ehhh sorry, by identity, I meant that I don't reveal myself to many...cause obviously I just told you my identity! Ignore that
By identity I meant she doesnt reveal myself to many people, since I obviously just told you her identity!!! Ignore that
*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*• Blaire trudged home. She looked awful, with dirt smeared all over her face, little, tiny saplings stuck all over her clothes, her ripped up clothes. Her hair was a matted mess, and she had many purple marks dotted all over her body. Blaire wondered what she would tell her mother; "umm...I slipped?" no...she would freak out..."at the top of the mountain, there were a bunch of trees I had to push through, and then there was some rocks I had to climb, and after climbing them up multiple times, my shins got bruises". She would say that! She kept on walking, everything was so beautiful, she wondered again, why did I just do that? Then she realized, right...my father died 3 days ago from a heart attack. And where would be a better place to meet him!? Heaven. Where there was no judging...everyone's happy...everything's great! The perfect place to meet her father. But it wasn't only her father she wanted to meet again, about two weeks ago, her best friend, Lindsey, got into a car crash. That is, some other car ran into her, Lindsey and her mother died. There funeral is in 1 week, I was invited. Her father and younger siblings, Jack, 14 and Claire, 6 are mourning, and probably praying at the moment. But the thing about it all, was that Blaire's family was coming back from a vacation, and on the highway, there was a TON of traffic. Car crash, they had figured. Finally when they got to the scene, Blaire had seen a Rhode Island license plate and familiar bumper stickers. She also recognized the car, after she put all the pieces together, she was frozen in horror. "Mom...Dad...that's-that's-that's-" "That's what?" they asked her, and finally it had stuttered out, "That's Lindsey O'Brien's car!!!" Blaire's father slammed the breaks. He pulled over to the scene and we hopped out. This sight was the saddest thing a 17 year could see. She peered in the car and saw Lindsey's mom, blood dripping down her forehead, the window smashed right in front of her. The air bag probably didn't go. And then...as she turned her head, she saw Lindsey, plastered against the car seat, as blood trickled down her arm, only to fall into the pool of it at the bottom of the seat. This was all too much. She bursted into tears. The police officer at the scene suddenly noticed them and had to run over to escort them back to the car. Between that all, Blaire managed to squeeze out between sobs, "She's my best friend...will she live?" "We felt no heartbeat on them, but we have to bring them to the hospital...but right now, I don't think they will. I'm very sorry!" At that moment, Blaire's heart stopped and all of their memories flashed before her eyes. More tears, more sobs, more prayers, more tissues. She cried herself to sleep that dreadful night, and she still does, what, with her dad gone as well! But she'll see them all again soon, and I know!! Still looking out for you, be careful! Xoxo, Breathe
Blaire stumbled into her house, her thoughts were making her weak. "Blaire?" "Hi mom." Blaire replied. "How was it...and why do you look like a truck just ran over you!?" Blaire replied and slowly walked into the kitchen. "More food?" her mom inquired. "Yea." Blaire was starving! About 5 minutes later, Blaire's mom pulled a platter of nachos out of the oven. Blaire grabbed the salsa and guacamole. She also got a cup of water. As Blaire started to eat and drink, she got a little careless...she was thinking of her day, when she felt a sharp pain in her throat. She started coughing, realizing it was a chips corner. Her face must've turned bright red, because her mom started to worry. Blaire picked up her water and drank some, only for it to go down the wrong pipe. She started coughing more, and fell off her seat. Blaire's mom started screaming, her mom grabbed the closest phone and dialed 911. "Someone help me!!! My daughters choking!!" "Please just stay calm, we have the ambulance on its way." Blaire was running out of breath. About 30 seconds later, the men ran in from the ambulance with a stretcher. "Please take your car and follow us on our way to the hospital." Blaire's mom dashed outside. She grabbed a random pair of shoes...of course...one high heel and one flip flop, but she didn't care, she shoved them on and turned on the engine. Next thing Blaire knew, she was fine. She was laying on a bed. She looked over to see her mother praying. Then, she snapped awake and turned over to see Blaire. She was crying. "Mom, are you okay?" Wait. Nothing came out of her voice. She tried again. "Mom?" Still nothing. The doctor surprised them both by walking in. Hi Miss Rutherford, it seems you have damaged your voice box and will not be able to talk for three months. Blaire's heart dropped.
And so did mine, when I found out this awful news, but Blaire's a tough one, she'll be alright. Till I see you! Xoxo, Breathe