You're One to Remember by Chanda Dobra (story reading txt) 📕

hurt, more like it felt strange. Coughing, Myra couldn’t move at all. She could feel the medication flow through her veins and throughout her body, and she couldn’t stop it. The fears of the world began to slip away. The rampaging beep sounds of the machine died off as well as Myra slowly closed her eyes. “Myra? Don’t fall asleep alright, it’s just numbing medicine, you’re fine now.” The doctor who had injected the needle shook her before she fell unconscious, “Wha-?” Shaking her head vigorously, Myra opened her eyes fully, “Oh…” “You know what, yea just go to sleep.” Wow… “Uh, okay?” Myra closed her eyes and slowly drifted off, “Wait no don’t-“ “Shut up!” Myra snapped at whoever kept teasing her with sleep. It was Ash of course, and angrily she opened one eye, giving him the death glare, “Wake me up. One more time. And I’ll be eating your toes for breakfast.” She heard Ash’s laugh as she began to doze off, into the oblivion of sleep.
Yawning, Myra woke up to Ash packing up the little stuff he had brought out of his car. “Are we leaving?” Ash sighed and looked at her, a small smile on his face, “Yes, but you say you live in London… right?” Frowning Myra thought to herself, okay… I hardly know this guy and we are together. I live in London and I hate long distance relationships, so… I should end it. “Hey… we need to talk.” Ash halted his movement, he stood up straight and looked at her, “Already?” Myra knew he knew what she was going to say , but before she could utter a single word he spoke quickly, “I know you live in London, and I understand why you probably hate long distance… but that doesn’t mean we should give up this easily, right?” Frowning Myra sighed, “Wrong, I am sorry but I think… you should leave-““You’re kidding me, right?” Tear’s formed in her eyes as she looked into the betrayal blazing in Ash’s dark brown eyes, such beautiful eyes… Myra wanted to slap herself to snap out of it, and she did, Ash’s luring eyes turned to confusion, “Did you just slap yourself?” Frustration and restlessness made her heart pound, he breathing slightly quickened and she sighed and wailed in confusion, “No- well yea but, ugh! Just… please. I am saving us both from pain, so just…go.” A tear slipped down Ash’s face, falling to the floor. “I am sorry you feel that way, but I’m not going anywhere. What I will do is give you some space; I’ll get some food for us.” Ash looked numb as he dully left the room. Before the door closed he stopped and looked at her, his eyes looked full of hurt like she had just stabbed him, “No matter what you say, I am never going to leave you.” Myra watched helplessly as Ash closed the door behind him. Letting out a wail of grief she pushed her face into her oversized pillow, letting her tears flow as they left puddles where they fell. Why won’t he leave me, he hardly knows me, I’m so confused! Myra punched the wall her bed was attached to, that helped let some of her anger out, but now she had purple and blue knuckles. Sobbing with frustration and pain, Myra flopped her face back into the pillow, it was uncomfortable now since it was soaked in tears, but she didn’t care much about anything at the moment. Myra tried to cry, but no tears came anymore. Turning onto her back, she looked around desperately, my diary should help… Searching through Ash’s things, she found her diary beside his things. Frowning slightly she thought, he must have read it while I was passed out. Grabbing it once again, she layed out on her bed. Grasping the pen attatched to the side, she began to write.
Well, A lot has happened since I last wrote in this thing. I am in a hospital in Arizona. My father tried to kidnap me but Ash, the real Ash, saved me. The Ash I knew before was really Zack, the real Ash’s brother. I feel so confused, everything is happening so fast! I wish I had someone to talk to about everything, I know I have Ash but… it’s different. Me and him are together now, a happy little couple. I tried breaking up with him, I am sort of glad he dodged the bullet and saved our relationship just now, he said he would give me some space, but he isn’t going to leave me. I feel happy that someone cares about me that much, usually I am alone and I can only trust myself. Now, I have someone to cherish my time with… or what time I have left.
A few tears rolled down her cheeks after writing the last few words, I am going to die… Frowning she sat up, wiping away the tears as best she could. Placing her diary on the little white shelf beside her, she stood and walked out of her room. As soon as she stood in the lobby, she began to think, If I am going to die… what is going to happen to my family? Her family flashed across her eyes, and she was determined to find a phone. Narrowing her dark golden eyes, she began her search.
She wandered down endless hallways, searched through pointless rooms, all for a phone that she couldn’t find. This is a fucking hospital, why the fuck can’t I find a phone! Isn’t that some kind of requirement or something? Suddenly her stomach tightened, she began to feel queasy. Grunting in surprise and pain, she crawled towards a door and slowly opened it. A supply closet? Perfect I guess… Closing the door behind her, she curled underneath an old desk; the stench of rotting wood filled her senses. Closing her eyes, she tried to relax but it didn’t help at all. Her eyes flashed open when the sound of screaming rang in her ears. Screaming from the sound, fear gripped Myra’s heart. Scrambling out from underneath the desk, she stumbled to her feet. Leaning against the door, she stared wide-eyed around the room. Screams and shrieks of agony and fear clouded her hearing. The sound of crunching bones and blood splattering against the ground seemed like torture. The fear and pain in the eyes of the girls she had killed seemed so clear she thought they were in front of her. Myra screamed, pressing her hands over her ears and tightening her eyes shut, she struggled to forget the memory. “Leave me alone!” Myra leaned forward and screamed as loud as she could, but the sounds only got louder. Wailing with fear and anger, Myra began to thrash around, her hands hitting random objects on the shelves and they flew, slamming against the walls and breaking open. Fumes released into the air around her, but the torture of the memory distracted her. Gasping for air, Myra fell to the ground, coughing madly. Blood streamed from her nose, falling into her mouth staining her teeth and tongue a dark red. Struggling to breathe, Myra felt her muscles numb as her vision began to turn a deep red, what’s happening to me… Myra fell limp to the ground, her throat tightened as her body began an even worse reaction to the fumes. Coughing weakly, blood flew from her mouth, splattering over her hand. I have to get out of here… Using the last of her strength, Myra turned and began to kick as hard as she could on the door. Within moments she heard footsteps outside, then the door flew open, the muscular and beautiful Ash stood in the opening, “Myra! We need some help down here!” Ash coughed lightly as the fumes faintly spread out of the closet and into the air, then it all dissolved. Quick as light, Ash had his arms wrapped around her, rushing her through the hallway and towards their room. Doctors filed after him, holding needles and bandages. Myra weakly turned her head back and forth, looking around her. When they ran past a mirror, her heart seemed to stop. Blood filled her eyes and leaked down her face, blood stained around her mouth and her nose, I look like a monster… Frowning, Myra looked away. When Ash carried her past their room confusion replaced her feelings. When she tried to talk blood gurgled in the back of her throat, and panic made her heart beat quicken. Her vision began to blacken from the confusion, pain, and fear, within a few moments she went limp in Ash’s arms.
Chapter 7

The numb feeling that covered her body made her panic all over again. As Myra’s eyelids slowly slid open, the panic that sent her heart racing faded, she positioned herself to sit up as she looked around the room. She was in a slightly larger room, and she could pinpoint doctors standing, walking, and talking just outside. The memory of Ash coughing when he opened the door to save her flashed through her mind, Ash, he was exposed! Myra looked around franticly, and just beside her was another bed, and there laid Ash. Sighing with relief, she reached a hand forward and prodded his shoulder; worry filled her eyes when he didn’t stir. Frowning with concern, Myra turned on the bed and sat up, her legs hanging limply off the side of the tall cot-like bed. Slowly she slid down, her loose blue gown nearly fell off, and that was when she saw one of Ash’s eyes peer open, “Ash!” They both smiled, but Myra’s quickly faded when she remembered just what they were in right now, “I’m sor-““Don’t, just don’t say it alright? I told you I wasn’t going to leave you, but I did. I left you alone for ten minutes and look where it got us? From now on, if we make It out of this, you’re never leaving my sight. Understood?” His words made her happy, but her face showed nothing but guilt, “Understood.” A doctor opened the door leading into their room and walked straight towards her and Ash, “Myra, Ash, you’re both probably wondering what’s going on, yes?” the doctors blue green eyes looked from herself to Ash, burning with questioning. Glancing at Ash they both nodded, “Alright,” the doctor continued, “Myra, you had been in a supply closet that we had been planning to close off a few minutes before. When you began to break things the fumes of the chemicals inside them released into the air. Now, none of these had been dangerous on their own… but combined, well you probably know.” Myra frowned with guilt, “How long will we be in here?” The doctor nodded to her, “Not long, you can leave if you want. The toxin wasn’t deadly, but…” The doctor’s voice trailed off. Ash spoke harshly with his anger filled words, “But what?” The doctor didn’t reply to Ash’s question, he only turned to Myra and gave her a grave and knowing look before he walked out of the room. What have I done to my lungs…