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Chapter 01: The
Beginning
By ilovethewaybrothers1993
Chapter One: The Beginning
Hanna Vulton stood atop the small apartment balcony, a cigarette between her parted, cold lips.
Just one more breath, she thought, stepping forward. She inhaled sharply, dropped the
cigarette, and stepped off the edge. Exhaling, then falling. Hitting the ground, then darkness.
Peace.
“Somebody call an ambulance!” I heard someone shout. I wanted to tell them no! I
wanted to be left to die, but my throat was unable to utter a sound. Hell, I don't even think I was
breathing. I didn't even know if I could (or wanted to) open my eyes, for fear that I'd see
something worth living for. Someone was approaching me.
“Oh my lord, that damned ambulance had better hurry,” the mystery voice said. The
nerves in my left hand detected that someone was holding it. I lay there, perfectly still, waiting
for the afterlife like a good little girl.
Still, I desperately wanted to open my eyes. Curiosity killed the cat, I told myself. But, then
again, I was trying to kill myself anyways. So, I opened my eyes, blinked a few times, and
looked.
I saw the beautiful face of a boy, no, a man. He had worried, hazel eyes and chin-length
ebony hair that hung untidily in his round (but not fat) face. His short, not quite crooked teeth
seemed to gleam in the New Jersey streetlights.
I tried to sit up, but I was met and beaten by a dizzy wave of panic where I suppose I lost
consciousness again. As I felt the welcoming darkness wave over me, I heard my mystery person
whisper to me.
“Shhhhhhhhhh, hang on. You'll be okay. Just hang on,” he said.
Yea right, I thought. Hang on to what?
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
I officially `awoke' from my unconscious state to the steady beating of a monitor. A breathing
monitor.
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