The Boy Next Door

Fight or Die

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So everyone knows the expression 'fight or flight' right?  Well what happens when 'flight' doesn't even seem humanly possible for the situation?

Well if that happens, then you replace 'flight' with something else. For me, that something else was 'die'.

So now I stand here, thinking to myself, how this is a 'fight or die' situation.

And I know that I would die for it.

That's what love does to you. You'll die for that person. That person for me, just happens to be Casey McClinton.

Now, this may not seem like the typical situation for that saying, but to me, it makes no difference.

I guess you're probably wondering why I'm blabbing on and not telling you the story, so I might as well start.

But first, (yea I know get to the story already) this is all over the span of one day. And here it goes........

"Happy New Years Eve baby" I whisper into Casey's ear.

But she doesn't respond, she doesn't wake up. I feel scarred. My blood runs cold as I tap her shoulder and she limply rolls to her back.

Her skin is pale, her lips are blue.

God no! Please don't let this be happening. I just got this beautiful creature put back into my life, don't take her away from me now.

Is she breathing? Please be breathing! 

I lean my head down slowly and put my ear close to her nose and my palm on her chest.

Shallow breathing. Slow heartbeat.

Without thinking, I grab my phone from the night stand and 9-1-1 makes its way to the dial pad.

"Help is on the way, please stay on the line until the paramedics arrive."

My phone drops from my hand to the pillow and I weakly press the speaker button.

Time goes by in slow motion as I hold Casey's unresponsive, and clod body close to me.

Wetness falls from my eyes as I gather her in my arms, along with my phone, and go downstairs to wait for the paramedics.

Time goes even slower as I listen to the 9-1-1 operator speaking to me.

"Sir just make sure her breathing continues." 

I do as I'm told.

Everything immediately becomes a haze as I hear faint sirens from outside.

I remain on my knees in the side of Casey who lies on the floor.

I hear nothing, everything happens slowly as I try to comprehend what's happening.

The front door flys open and 3 men run into the room and to where Casey lays on her back. She looks so lifeless.

I step back and let the men get to work.

I follow as the wheel Casey on a stretcher out to the ambulance.

I'm running but it seems like I'm going slower than a turtle.

I climb into the ambulance and the doors shut as we head for the hospital.

My hand finds it ways to Casey's and I hold it close to my lips.

Her hands are cold.

Her body's cold.

She's.....no! She's not Blake she's not!