Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-39642964-20190812191411/@comment-39642964-20190816021607

Trista couldnt open her eyes.

She had no energy to do anything.

Shhe could hear Flynn trying to get her to speak.

But she was way to tired.

To tired...

And then...

She couldnt hold on much longer

She only held on for Flynn. Also possibly Livvy.

She havked and coughed all night. She didnt sleep even though she was so tired.

The headache...

Oh, the headache. It hurt so much.

Each breathe was a fight. Each breathe she had to make herself breathe.

She heard commotion.

A fight?

Maybe she was being carried out the door. She could never tell these days.

She was lost.

Lost in a blur.

But as she slipped away, she tried to promise herself she woukd find herself again.