Above: Tatiana At The Funeral Of GD KR
I flail my arms trying desperately to break the surface again. The strong current keeps sweeping me out more out to sea. I can't die like this, not after I've worked so hard to survive. I desperately paddle my arms and legs against the strong currents and finally pull myself up on the pier sputtering water out of my lungs. I put my wrists on my forehead breathing heavily as Anna's shadow looms over me, "Get up, We have a boat." She looks down at me sharply and I look up at her almost in disbelief, I'm laying here soaking wet almost drowned and she won't give me a minute?! "I can't go on." I leave my wrists on my forehead still trying to catch my breath but she kicks me in the side. "It leaves with or without us." She shrugs and starts walking off and I force myself off the ground. The audacity! I'll prove her wrong, I don't give up. None of my family would have wanted that. I make my way through the narrow streets and follow Anna's small figure through the crowds and I almost catch up with her when someone grabs my arm. "I'm sorry-" I start to say but they turn me around and I gasp at their face, It's maimed horribly worse then any man that ever came into our hospital. "Look what we've got here Olaf." He says In a thick Norwegian accent and I look to the other large redhead who i assume is his brother and I stand myself to my full height. "Lookie here, it's a little missy." The man called Olaf starts to circle me as his brother with his maimed face stares down at me. "Excuse me, I must be going." I keep my voice as hard as flint as Olaf keeps circling me. "I don't think you should go anywhere little missy, we could have lots of fun." The maimed one snickers and pulls a dirt caked finger down my cheek leaving a line of dirt in his wake. I quickly step back disgusted and bump into his brother and he pulls my hood off. I can see the shock on both their faces as they realize who I am, "Y-You're supposed to be one of the dead bitches." He stutters and I take my chance, I kick Olaf in the groin, stunning him for a moment and slap the maimed one in the face. How could they call me or any of my family a bitch? I start to run on my long legs and go down a dark alleyway, I need to get away until I can get on the ship. All of a sudden I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist and I gasp. "Shhhh." I hear a man whisper as he clamps his large hand firmly over my mouth and starts walking with me down the alleyway. He somehow seems familiar, not a coarse Norwegian. Maybe it's just my brain fooling me, But my eyes grow larger as I hear the foghorn on the ship blare and see it start to rumble out of the port and my heart sinks down into my shoes.
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