“Are you ready to go?” I ask, she grins and leans forward planting a peck on my forehead.
“Hey, baby girl.” Aunt Ceda, Uncle Liam’s fiancé and his Protégé. I struggle to let a breath out of my mouth, my throat clenched, maybe swollen.
I feel my face redden and my eyes begin to roll backwards. Trying to breathe I squeeze her hand.
“Can’t… breathe…” I gasp. A few gusts of air find their way down my throat but it is too late, the darkness swims at my peripheral vision and then it is all over my consciousness.
“Wayde…” I scream out, scratching my throat, then I am gone, letting the black take me away, deep, deep… done.