The Breath Of Life novel Chapter 36

My iPhone was on the table, it kept ringing, but I didn't bother. It ended, then I closed my eye's again, but again my iPhone ring.

I groaned in frustration, but got up and grabbed it. I looked at my screen, it was Elmo.

I answered it, "Hello, what's up." I heard Elmo sighing. "Nothing much, you?" I rubbed my forehead sitting on my bed.

"Well, I got attack by a bear. Light was there, she got hit by the bear because she saved my life, also she got bitten on the shoulder, her left side. Then she got off the ground, walking to the bear, she talked to the bear, but she said in a low voice that I couldn't even hear. The bear walked off, then disappeared into the forest. Light was in a bad shape, but somehow she was fine when we got back. Mom freaked when she saw Light." I finally finished my story.

"That really happened, is she okay now?" Elmo asked with worry.

"She's fine, she may have a scar on shoulder, but she's fine." I said standing up.

"Hey, I'm taking a shower see you tonight. Bye." After we said our good-byes I hung up.

I walked to my dresser, grabbing a pair of boxers, jeans, and a long selves shirt. I strip down, turning on the water hot. I climbed in, washing my body.

Getting out I wrapped a towel around my waist, looking at the mirror in front of me. I looked like a zombie, pale, I got scratches around my neck and arms.

I sighed rubbing my side's. I put on my clothes, and walked back out.

I combed my hair putting gel in it to spike it up. Since it's Saturday, I finished my homework for English that I had to work in paragraphs.

It was 4

30pm now, I got up grabbing my jacket from my bed. I walked down stairs to see mom and dad sitting on the couch watching Aliens.

I walked to them, mom saw me first. "There you are, there's food for you in the kitchen." I nodded heading to the kitchen.

I grabbed my sandwich from the fridge. Yum, Turkey with tomato, lettuce, pickles, and mustard. I ate it real quick, then grabbed a soda from the fridge.

I drink all the way to my room, but stopped when I heard a small cry from Light's room. I opened the door quietly, making the sound louder.

I saw Light crying on her bed. She wasn't awake, but having a bad dream. I walked toward her bed, putting my hands on her shoulder, her good one.