The Ocean's Call: Part One | ✔

Part Ten

Part Ten

Our google is mostly fruitless. We can't find anything that is related to what we want. I try to google different spears and staffs, but my piece could be anything really. It looks like most of the basic pictures on google which doesn't help me at all. Emily's piece turns up a couple of articles but it's in a different language. Nana is busy working in the shed making her jewellery pieces, so we don't bother her. I'll ask her about them at a later date.

We spend the rest of the day relaxing and watching movies. It's nice to just be around Emily, I'm reminded of our childhood growing up together with our countless sleepovers and secret sharing. She would not be pleased if she knew the secrets, I was keeping from her. If you could even call them secrets. More like I'm just omitting stuff for fear of being called insane.

It's not even that really, I'm beginning to think I'm losing my mind. Perhaps another perspective might help me.

Emily is laying on the floor, snuggled up in a blanket. I could tell her what I saw the day I fell off the boat. I tried to bring it up earlier today, mentioning the whole mermaid thing. Her answer surprised me a lot, makes me wonder if she's put thought into it. Much like she has the whole point of view on aliens existing.

"Hey Em." I whisper.

She shifts immediately, rolling over to look up at me. "Yeah?"

"Can I tell you about that day?" I ask her.

She sits up, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders before she looks at me. "Do you want to? I only want you to tell me if you actually want me to know."

I nod. "I want to tell you things that I haven't told anyone else."

She climbs off the floor and jumps over me into the bed. She presses up against me, her eyes bright and wide. "I won't tell anyone, I promise. Stays between us?" she offers up her pinkie finger.

I chuckle, hooking my pinkie finger in hers. She kisses her enclosed hand and I repeat the action before we unlink our fingers.

"I saw something in the water before I fell off the boat."

She nods. "What was it?"

A knot bunches in my stomach, a worry settling over me. Emily is my best friend; I can tell her anything in the world and I can tell her this. "I saw the mermaid from my dreams."

She stares at me unblinking. She doesn't say anything as the silence stretches between us. We keep our eye contact and I watch the wheels turning behind her eyes as she processes what I just said. She takes a deep breath, slowly exhaling. "Um...okay, I think you need to start at the beginning. What dreams?"

I nod, going back to the start of the dreams. I tell her everything. I explain in great detail the dreams I had about being pulled under, sometimes I knew what was pulling me under and other times I didn't. I unload everything onto her. She lays there and listens, nodding every so often but remains quiet as I continue.

I tell her about the guy I've been drawing and how I think he was trying to help me, or at least tell me something. I explain the events of the day I disappeared right up until I washed up on the beach. I even tell her about the dream that work me in the middle of the night, the one where I was floating in the water over my lifeless body on the ocean floor in the dark depths.

She keeps an excellent poker face the whole time. I have no idea if she's going to leave and tell me she doesn't want to be friends with a crazy person or maybe she'll laugh me off and call me crazy anyway.

When I've finished venting it all to her, I climb out of the bed, scared this is it. She's going to get up and leave, never coming back. I may have just forced my best friend out of my life for good. I look back at her as she sits up in the bed, turning her gaze up to me. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? You could've told me about the dreams at least."