Young Adult Fiction
All I could think was that I was in over my head again. The guy had one hand tight on my throat and I was pinned down. The other hand held a knife. He was snarling at me but I couldn't make out anything. Then I looked in his eyes and noticed that he was as scared as I was. He was breathing hard and he was trying to say something.
"You tell, I kill," was what I finally made out.
The guy had his hands around my neck and was slamming my head against the floor. I guess he couldn't decide whether he wanted to strangle me or bash my brains in. Either that, or he'd just got tired of killing people the usual way.
Y el problema de tener un ataque de pánico cuando estás a cuarenta pies por debajo de la superficie del océano es que te puedes ahogar, y sabes muy bien que te puedes ahogar. De hecho, sin el regulador es imposible respirar, aun si estuvieras tranquilo. Tampoco debes contener la respiración debido a la presión que hay en el agua. El caso es que si no estás respirando y sacando burbujas porque has perdido el regulador, tu pecho puede expandirse hasta explotar.
Erin sucked in a sharp breath. "And I know you, Nick, because I can smell the stink of trash anywhere."
Shut up, Erin, I thought. Just shut up. Let them shave your head and get it over with. Nick bent over and grabbed Erin by the jaw, pulling her up so she was sitting. She was shaking. There was a smirk on his face, and I could hear how hard he was breathing. He pushed his mask up onto the top of his head.
