(This one is not in third person.)
I'm sitting at the end of the dock, with my bare feet dipped into the cold water. I watch the fish swim near my toes. I lift my head to see the party going on in front of me. Shawn has some girl on his shoulders and so does another guy. I watch as they have a chicken fight.
"Yo Ricky!" Shouts another one of my friends. "Come in man! The waters nice!" I wave my hand at him dismissively.
"I'm good!" For some reason this lake made me feel uneasy. Which is weird because it's only this lake. Only outside of Shawn's cabin. I shrug it off and continue to watch. Suddenly a scream echoes through the forest. I stand straight up and take off running, slipping my sandals on as I go.
"Ricky! Where are you going?" Shawn's voice fades as I run farther into the dark forest. The trees above my head completely block out all the light, I trip over a root and fall to the ground, hard. I struggle to stand up, but when I do I see a small cabin in front of me. There is moist dirt, and small bits of gravel stuck in the deep gash on my knee, I cringe as I walk towards the cabin. I open the door and see an open trap door, carefully I climb down, only to see a small girl, no older than seven tied to a chair. And a grinning man staring at me.
"Honestly Ricky, this is getting old, make your entrances more interesting." He smiles a crooked smile. "For my sake." I can't fathom any words. I start to yell at him, but he is saying the words with me, like he knows what I'm going to say before I say it. Finally with all the rage in me, I wind up and try to punch him, he easily catches it and rolls his eyes. "Again, this is so boring. You do this every time we meet." I've never met this man before, but he knows what is going to happen before it does. Every word I say, every action I make he knows.
He knows.
He says I'm going to faint and begins to count down. I'm unconscious before my body hits the floor.
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I'm stepping off a small carriage being pulled by two dull, brown horses. Curse my driver for refusing to bring the car into these woods. I step up to a couple dressed in old style clothing.
"That you for coming here and representing your family name sir." The man bows. I nod my head, tip my hat and walk towards the cabin they stand in front of.
"Quite a find I must say sir. Might I add sir, your father was very brave to take your place for the army." The man says. I growl.
"He was a fool. They had enough soldiers to deal with the damn Nazis from the start. They are all dying for nothing." The lady gasps and puts her hand over her mouth, the back gently grabs his wife's shoulders and leads her away. I continue to look over the cabin.
"Not interested." I say, walking out the door and back into the carriage. All of a sudden there is an ear piercing scream. I slowly turn my head to the forest and begin to walk in that direction. I come across the cabin of what must be owed by a poorer man. I knock on the door. No one opens. The screams is heard again and I open the wooden door and step in. There is a small opening in the floor that I look down.
The screams must be coming from down there.
I hop down and dust off my coat, when I look up a see a grinning man. "Ricky! It's you again." He laughs.
There is a small girl tied to a chair, sobbing. For one reason or another this enrages me, but the man knows what I'm going to say. He even stops the punch I threw. He tells me I'm about to faint and I know I am. I can feel it. Who is he? Every word I say, every action I make he knows.
He knows.
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Ricky shoots up. He is laying down, breathing hard. He looks around him. Those were memories. Ricky's memories. He sits there gasping for breath. Where was he? Why does he only remember this now. He feels for a heartbeat. Desperate for this whole this is a dream, no, a nightmare, but it wasn't there. It's gone. Was it gone back then? All those times he didn't know happened, was his heartbeat gone then too?! His head was spinning. Ricky hurt everywhere. Every memory or flashback of whatever the hell it was was almost exactly like the one from this night. Only in much different eras. Were those people really him? How could he remember it so vividly if they weren't.
Ricky can't breath, he tries to but he can't, he can't, he can't breath. He was at those girl's kidnapping.
He was.
He knew.
He knows.
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Below The Waves
RandomGirls, drinks, and loud music. That is what Ricky is expecting when he goes to his friend's cabin party, but when he wakes up, hungover, and floating in a small fishing boat in the middle of the lake he begins to question what really happened the pr...
