story ending
I have written this bit five times now but it still doesn't feel right. Does anyone have any suggestions on how I could improve it?
It was harder to breathe now and she was light headed. Blood loss was her guess. There was more pain and everything seemed so far away now. She just wanted it to stop. But she hadn't been alone. What had happened to him. “Jimmy...” she whispered. There was no answer. Somehow she turned her head to look at him, to find him sat there, the death’s head grinning at her. Her eyes widened and she tried to breath but it wasn’t happening. She was floating, nothing mattered. Her eyes closed, the skull forever imprinted on the window of her soul.