Amnesty|| Luke A.U.||

Thirteen

||Luke||

The force of the waves threw me around like a ragdoll in a tornado. I was drug around mercilessly. My chest burned for a breath, I forced myself not to gasp in water. Finally, the currents calmed down enough and pulled myself above. I filled my lungs with oxygen and looked around.

"Violet?"

Panic spread through my limbs and the image of my fingers brushing her shoulder before she was ripped away from me flashed and I began to swim toward the shore again. Desperately looking in the dark water around me. I saw something to my left, I looked sharply, afraid it might be just a wave hitting the rocks.

It was a ripped white tank top slung on the rocks. My chest felt tighter than it had under water. What if I couldn't find her?

I swam as fast as I could to the rocks, ducking my head under the water and feeling around as much as I could.

I came up for air and I swam forward some more and I felt my foot touch something. My gut twisted. I ducked under the water and dived toward what I hit.

It was an arm. I couldn't see in the blackened water. I grabbed their arm and pulled them forward against my chest. Whoever it was was small just like Violet. Once above water, I could see them.

It was Violet.

I began to shake her, struggling to keep us both above water with the harsh currents that were only growing worse. I looked and realized how far out we were. I has no choice. I needed to get her to shore.

I pulled her body closer to mine and prayed to whoever was listening that she was alive.

My throat began to close up as we got the the riptide zone. This is where we were sucked in last time. My nerves grew as I was jolted forward by a rush of salt water.

Finally, I was able to touch and I moved as fast as I could, gripping Violet to me closely. I pulled her around to my front and cradled her long body in my arms, struggling not to get trapped in the currents again. I didn't look down at her, I was terrified to look at her body and see I was holding, in fact, a dead body.

I got to the shore and laid her down. Leaning in, I listened for breathing. I nearly cried when I heard a very light gasping sound. I began to shake her.

"Violet, wake up," I gripped her shoulders.

She wouldn't wake up and my fear began to grow. I've heard of this happening. They would be breathing but put into a coma state due to lack of oxygen.

"No, no, no," I began to cry. What else was I suppose to do? I had been dumb enough to let a drunk girl to the beach and let her walk into the water before realizing she was suicidal. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Oh, god," I sniffled. "I need to get her to the hospital."

I scooped her in my arms and began walking up the sand dunes.

"Violet," I continued to chant. "Please, just wake up."

I was halfway up the dune when I felt her stirring. I stopped and laid her on the sand quickly.

"Violet?" I asked hopefully, cradling her face between my hands.

She let out a small groan before her eyes opened.

"Oh god," I sighed and hugged her close.

"Ow," she complained, coughing. I pulled away from her.

"God," She said, looking at my wet clothes. She looked down with wide eyes.

"Where the hell is my shirt?" She sighed, her voice scratchy. She went to sit up, rubbing her head softly.