Chapter 4: The Flood

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Whenever the Calm would flood, the ground became sloped like a beach. You'd be walking and suddenly a wave would knock you down only to drag you further in. I had been flooded before, but this time was different. My instincts weren't good enough.

Struggling to swim coupled with the rain had me desperately wishing for a chance to catch my breath. I tried to cry out for help, hoping someone would come but my mouth would instantly be filled with water. In my struggle, I noticed the distorted figure again from the shore. It was a void watching me. 

I saw another wave coming and ducked my head underwater. The rain was drowned out for a moment, and I was able to hear myself think.

I think  it would've been easier if I drowned. Maybe I could finally get some sense of relief, an escape.

As I was about to let the water in,  a hand broke through the water and grabbed me by my shirt then pulled me up to my feet.

Instead, all I let in was an inconsolable anger.

"Just stand up! Why couldn't you just stand?" The Guide yelled, shaking me.

It was the Guide from earlier.

I couldn't answer them, I only began to cry.

"We're leaving now!" Their voice broke a bit.

I force myself to swallow my anger.

They took my hand and pulled me away from the flood.

When we walked away far enough, they let go of my hand. I stopped walking  when they did.

Once they noticed, they turned around, "Do you seriously need me to hold your hand the entire way?"

"If you're just going to yell at me, you should've left me to drown in the flood." I sobbed.

"Then why were you trying so hard to swim?" They argued.

"Please stop, I don't like it when people are angry with me." I felt like a child saying that, but it's the only control I thought I could manage.

They take a step back, tilting their head confused, "I'm taking you to spring, let's go." They grab my hand again and we begin to walk.

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