My pale and shakey hand reached for the red cord that hung solemnly from the ceiling. I tugged it violently, listening for the sound that assured me an ambulance was on the way.
After the bouts had stopped, I removed my hand from my mouth to see droplets of blood. I grunted, my throat dry and sore.
This happened on occassion, but it usually meant bad. I'd never coughed this much up before.
Hearing banging on my front door, I stumbled barefooted to it, shakily opening it.
Paramedics rushed in, laying me down on the sofa almost instantly. I began coughing again.
Tears welled up in my eyes.
I'm dying.
STAI LEGGENDO
don't say goodbye // asano gakushū
Storie brevimajor tw: suicide and self harm. i wrote this at age 15 and never put trigger warnings. "the last thing i heard was you whispering goodbye and then i heard you flatline." © delicatedahlia
