ALMOST DONE!

I'M ALMOST FINISHED WITH LLW 2!!! This story has taken me entirely too long!!! stupid school!! That's almost done too, thankfully. Then i'll have time to do whats important in life, and thats WRITING!!
Let me tell you something, writing a heroin OD is extremely difficult. Writing about the collapsed veins and the reddened arms and shortness of breath until the eventual unconsciousness is really hard. It takes a lot out of you, emotionally. I mean, i've never done heroin, and i doubt i'd even know heroin if i saw it. But still, the pain my character was going through...MAN! it took me for-fucking-ever, and i didn't even pay attention to LOST last night. But now that thats over, he's in the hospital and he's going to be ok. Phew!
Some of you may be wondering why i am relieved that my own character lived through his ordeal that I made happen. Sometimes even the writer doesn't know how something will turn out until her hands tell her so! I didn't know if he was going to live or die up until the last moment, where his eyes were wide open, unblinking, staring straight above. Painful.
Here. try this on for size...

Ville had no idea how much time had passed but it was long enough for him to count one thousand breaths, each becoming more and more short and labored.

Could he have possibly….

Taken too….

Ville coughed hard, lurching forward and losing his balance, falling to the floor. He caught himself on his hands and knees, coughing more and dropped onto his side, groaning as the cold, hard cement floor met with his trembling body. He cradled his head in his hands, covering his eyes as everything began to spin uncontrollably, making him want to throw up. He curled his legs up to his chest and gasped for breath, his stomach seemingly clenching all his organs into a tight ball in his abdomen. His throat tightened. He rolled onto his back and dropped his palms from his eyes, staring wide eyed at the ceiling swirling and spinning above him. His chest rose and fell in quick, harsh movements, hands scratching at the cement below him. Nails broke and fingers bled, but he felt nothing but his heart and its shallow beats. He hitched one more ragged breath before he fell unconscious, eyes locked in a frozen stare to heaven.

Heavy.