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drifted away.
She screamed for him and the water poured inside of her, choked her and squeezed her lungs in a vice. The water wanted inside of her, aching to take her too. Val breathed in deep, felt her lungs explode in a death so heavy it felt like grief.
The grim reaper called her name. He’d taken Lucas from her , and now he called her too. He hit her in the chest, slammed her down and yelled at her over and over again until she did what he wanted, threw up again, then opened her eyes to the blinding light of day.
Jack’s voice was loud and above her, his hands on her chest, forcing life inside her as he yelled at her to breathe and called her back to life. Not the grim reaper after all.
Quickly, amid shouts and the rocking of the boat, people stripped her, taking off her wetsuit and snorkeling mask. Strands of her hair were ripped out with the mask, sharp little pains that were totally subsumed by the larger shock and despair that wracked her body.
Someone was chanting, saying something over and over again, but Val didn't know what they said or why. She wished they’d shut up. They were so loud and insistent.
Jack wrapped her in a towel , and the boat shuddered to life as the captain turned the engine on. People sat down, the boat excursion over, now that a stupid tourist had almost drowned. Jack was sitting on the floor of the boat across from her, leaning against a seat, his head in his hands, shoulders hunched in against himself. She’d never seen that look on his face before.
No. She’d seen it once. When he was twelve years old, sitting next to his mother’s dead body. He’d looked just like this. Tears ran down his face and she wanted to tell him not to cry , because she was alright and wouldn’t die on him.
And that was when she realized she was already talking. She’d been talking since the moment she started breathing again. She was the person who wouldn’t shut up. Lucas, Lucas , she said over and over again as Jack sat there, a look of fear and horror on his face.
Chapter 8
They came back to the room and waited for the hotel doctor to check Val out. He said she was fine. The seawater was out of her system and the best thing to do now was rest. I can do that , she thought, already half asleep.
Jack sat beside her, his hand clasping hers as though afraid she'd disappear the moment he let go. When she awoke he was gone. On his side of the bed there was a note. And yeah, it was super weird just thinking that he had a ‘side of the bed . ’
The note said he was in the bar. I don’t blame him. I want to be in the bar.
Val sat up, remembering the look on his face when she kept calling out for Lucas. Shit, we are going to have another fucking conversation . And she had to tell him about her dream/vision of Lucas drowning right along with her.
Surely that was a dream.
Her mind had tricked her, made her see him. But, it had seemed so real. So real and so awful . Seeing him again, even a pretend him…her body had responded. Not just simple attraction , but more than that. She'd felt like a lamp that had been plugged in. Unnatural brightness and connectivity. She'd bet money it had something to do with her being an Empath and drinking his blood.
It was sunset and the sky was a hundred different shades of pink and orange. She’d been asleep for hours. And, even though it was wrong, she wanted to call Lucas. Just to make sure he was okay. Of course he’s okay. You can’t call him, it’s like an alcoholic taking a shot of Nyquil to prevent a cold.
She looked out at the ocean , and absently watched the curtains billowing into her room from the breeze. They undulated, rippling into her room and back out again several times—Then they stopped. The sheers caught on a form, the indentation of a person standing on the balcony.
Val leaped out of bed and ran to the balcony, pulling back the sheers and almost running into a pair of crimson lips.
Oh shit. Rachel.
Her skin
She screamed for him and the water poured inside of her, choked her and squeezed her lungs in a vice. The water wanted inside of her, aching to take her too. Val breathed in deep, felt her lungs explode in a death so heavy it felt like grief.
The grim reaper called her name. He’d taken Lucas from her , and now he called her too. He hit her in the chest, slammed her down and yelled at her over and over again until she did what he wanted, threw up again, then opened her eyes to the blinding light of day.
Jack’s voice was loud and above her, his hands on her chest, forcing life inside her as he yelled at her to breathe and called her back to life. Not the grim reaper after all.
Quickly, amid shouts and the rocking of the boat, people stripped her, taking off her wetsuit and snorkeling mask. Strands of her hair were ripped out with the mask, sharp little pains that were totally subsumed by the larger shock and despair that wracked her body.
Someone was chanting, saying something over and over again, but Val didn't know what they said or why. She wished they’d shut up. They were so loud and insistent.
Jack wrapped her in a towel , and the boat shuddered to life as the captain turned the engine on. People sat down, the boat excursion over, now that a stupid tourist had almost drowned. Jack was sitting on the floor of the boat across from her, leaning against a seat, his head in his hands, shoulders hunched in against himself. She’d never seen that look on his face before.
No. She’d seen it once. When he was twelve years old, sitting next to his mother’s dead body. He’d looked just like this. Tears ran down his face and she wanted to tell him not to cry , because she was alright and wouldn’t die on him.
And that was when she realized she was already talking. She’d been talking since the moment she started breathing again. She was the person who wouldn’t shut up. Lucas, Lucas , she said over and over again as Jack sat there, a look of fear and horror on his face.
Chapter 8
They came back to the room and waited for the hotel doctor to check Val out. He said she was fine. The seawater was out of her system and the best thing to do now was rest. I can do that , she thought, already half asleep.
Jack sat beside her, his hand clasping hers as though afraid she'd disappear the moment he let go. When she awoke he was gone. On his side of the bed there was a note. And yeah, it was super weird just thinking that he had a ‘side of the bed . ’
The note said he was in the bar. I don’t blame him. I want to be in the bar.
Val sat up, remembering the look on his face when she kept calling out for Lucas. Shit, we are going to have another fucking conversation . And she had to tell him about her dream/vision of Lucas drowning right along with her.
Surely that was a dream.
Her mind had tricked her, made her see him. But, it had seemed so real. So real and so awful . Seeing him again, even a pretend him…her body had responded. Not just simple attraction , but more than that. She'd felt like a lamp that had been plugged in. Unnatural brightness and connectivity. She'd bet money it had something to do with her being an Empath and drinking his blood.
It was sunset and the sky was a hundred different shades of pink and orange. She’d been asleep for hours. And, even though it was wrong, she wanted to call Lucas. Just to make sure he was okay. Of course he’s okay. You can’t call him, it’s like an alcoholic taking a shot of Nyquil to prevent a cold.
She looked out at the ocean , and absently watched the curtains billowing into her room from the breeze. They undulated, rippling into her room and back out again several times—Then they stopped. The sheers caught on a form, the indentation of a person standing on the balcony.
Val leaped out of bed and ran to the balcony, pulling back the sheers and almost running into a pair of crimson lips.
Oh shit. Rachel.
Her skin
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