Ch. 42 Hear Me Cry

I sit up

g  a  s  p  i  n  g

for breath.

I look around, frightened

because it feels like I'm there,

back in the car,

screaming Charlotte's name.

But I'm in my room,

sitting on my bed,

on top of purple sheets and stuffed animals.

Not in a car,

sitting on cold upholstery 

with a seatbelt

digging into my neck.

It's dark outside

and my clock says it's 

2:37 in the morning,

so it's a good thing

that I didn't wake up screaming

this time.

But it feels like

I can't breathe.

I'm trembling and sweating,

and my chest is starting to hurt

where I broke my rib.

I wrap my arms around myself

and fall back down

onto the bed.

I still see her face

in the back of my mind.

I still feel her blood

dripping onto me.

I still hear myself

vainly screaming her name.

I curl up under the blankets

and, without wanting to,

I start sobbing.

And I can feel it

shaking the entire house.

Author's Note

Leave some comments below and point out any grammatical or spelling mistakes if there are any. Thanks for reading!
--theladygraceling

Reviews

[Fenix Flight]

I feel for Riley. I just want to go through my screen and sit on the edge of her bed and be there for her quiet and let her know that she isnt alone. You wrote her Pain so well. very good its really believable