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Good night peanut

" HELP!!!"I scream my heart out, panting with hot sweat dripping down my body, from my cheeks to my collarbone; the little drops trek down, wetting not just the lids of my glasses but also my collar until it gets over the soft rise of my cleavage.I turn, looking back each time as I race through the gray walls of an underground passageway, it's narrow walls stretch further and low cemented ceiling trapped me releasing a spooked out version of me running deeper in it. The gray gradually fades into sandy brown with the peeling gray paint resting at the bottom of the wall. A dull bulb is pinned against the wall as I speed pass it, leaving behind its fluctuating light.Running forward, I narrow my eyes trying to make out my way in the dull darkness. My feet make constant 'bangs' on the ground. All around me, I hear its echoes. "HELP!!!"I scream out once more, my voice louder with tears and panting as I hasten my already racing feet. In the darkness, my eyes make out another pair of l
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His staring blue eyes

FIVE DAYS EARLIER“ I stand on the last bridge of my life.Who knew Brooklyn Bridge, a bridge I always crossed through would be the bridge I fall from? I breathe in my last breath, so refreshing…The breeze blows my ebony hair and with one last step, l'll… “ “ Krystal!” My roommate screams out my name, making me drop my pen, my glasses shift and I slam my book shut. I look up at her pretty face. She has flowing long blonde hair, circular brown eyes and a bright killer smile, plus she wears excessively much red lipstick, and it brings out her large eyes. Sighing, I ask in my usual low toned voice; “What?” The outside door pushes open and her boyfriend rushes in holding some liquor and roast chicken, ready to do whatever disgusting stuff they always did and Lord, I am not ready to see that kind of yucky shit ever again, or 'At least not today!" The last time I saw something I shouldn't have, I was scarred mentally and gosh, I still am…So it happened like about a week ago, I am co
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Terrible Childhood

I head back to my house with the white nylon swinging in my hands. A little drop of rain falls on my cheeks and I look up to find a star less sky. It's bluish black body is full of swollen bucky clouds.It is unclear to me why, but I have never seen a star on a rainy night, maybe it's because the clouds cover them, thus hiding them.Honestly, I have a bad memory of the rain. I know it's cold and relaxing when you lay on your couch with a mug of hot tea watching some Netflix or a plate of ice blocks on your laps crunching to the splitting sound of the rain, if you are my kinda girl, but my earliest memory of the rain isn't so rosy. I remember standing in a field with a sunflower in my little hands. The sunflower in my hands fit in with the flowers lined up in front of a grey gravestone.I stand in the midst of various adults clothed in a black overall gown. My hair is gelled back with stylish little silver pin on the side.The sky is ash and cloudy as various drops of rain fall from i
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Cameron Black

I am on the bed, struggling and trying to fight off my adoptive brother who pins me down, unzipping his trousers.Mama's voice rings in my head. "Krystal… You will always shine the brightest!"I don't know how I get so much strength, but I reach for my lamp and smash it on Jeff's head, and he staggers, falling down beside me. I hold the lamp standing up from the bed. Furthermore, I look down at what I had done. Jeff is laying down, beneath his head is his blood. The blood is dark red. My feet draw me back as tears parade down my cheeks. The vase falls out of my hand to the ground and I run shouting:'Dad! Dad!" You can guess what happens next. Dad walks out of his study clothed in his fluffy brown pyjamas, he rushes to the scene. His glasses hang loosely on his rigid nose bridge.I try to tell him my part of the story;"Dad… Jeff…he tried to…he pinned me down…he almost…!"my voice breaks."What have you done to my son? What have you done?" He pushes me, hurrying to the scene.I hit
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Lucky Escape

" ᴵ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ˡⁱᶠᵉ " ᵂʰᵒ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ᴮʳᵒᵒᵏˡʸⁿ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵍᵉ ᵃ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵍᵉ ⁱ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᶜʳᵒˢˢᵉᵈ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵍᵉ ⁱ ᶠᵃˡˡ ᶠʳᵒᵐ?ᴵ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵍᵉ, ˢᵒ ʳᵉᶠʳᵉˢʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵀʰᵉ ᵇʳᵉᵉᶻᵉ ᵇˡᵒʷˢ ᵐʸ ᵉᵇᵒⁿʸ ʰᵃⁱʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵒⁿᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ˢᵗᵉᵖ, ˡ'ˡˡ... 'ᵂᵃⁱᵗ!' ʰᵉ ᶜᵃˡˡˢ ᵒᵘᵗ.ᴵ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵇˡᵘᵉ ᵉʸᵉˢ ˢᵗᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ⁱ ˡᵒⁿᵍᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ " ᵐᵘˢᶜᵘˡᵃʳ ᵃʳᵐˢ... "WAIT! WHAT?I tear the piece of paper, squeezing it then I throw it into the dustbin. It's crazy how it has been five days since I last saw Cameron, and I find myself obsessing over him. Meg switches on the TV in the sitting room, distant voices play in the background. I try to continue writing, but the TV distracts me. I scramble down a number of words that come into my head on my rough note. To my dismay, I see a bunch of “Cameron black” My God! I am running mad. I fall on my bed and roll on my back. My door swings open and Meg stands in front of it.“Krystal, um…There's an opportunity for writers online lik
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Straight into my demise

The high bluish scraper stares down at me clothed in its numerous glass windows. Lucky it, I felt naked.Images of Jake on me, his beastly eyes on my body, his sharp teeth biting into my skin, his hands rampaging through my clothes, pinning me down while his tongue took disgusting strokes down my body and his saliva clothing it, such monstrous images raid my thoughts. “Don't cry Krystal! You are grown now!” I tell myself, forcing back loads of piled up tears as my watery eyes stare up at the enormous blue scraper."What the fuck was I doing here? Shoulders brush against mine as I stand aimless in the crowd.They all push me rushing into the building. It's then I realized, I couldn't go in.I was unable to go in with a bag containing a body warmer he had even forgotten he had even purchased, talk less about giving it to him but then, I had nowhere to go and to make matters worse, I forgot the umbrella.I realize when my feet would rather not move… I couldn't go back home.I stand in
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