⋆ ˚ ｡▐ 𝚰𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏.
❝ I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE BAMBI. I'M IN
DEEP FOR YOU. ❞ ━━━ KAEDE HAYASHI
𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐓𝚰.
Daughter of David and Boipelo Moetti. The media calls her the "Mantra Ray". She's used to being under fame'...
Despite the heaving of my chest, only slivers of oxygen entered my lungs. My ribs rattled against the legs I'd pulled up against them. Tears fell from my eyes and splattered against my bare knees. I bit down hard on my wobbling lower lip in an attempt to quieten my haggard gasps.
I need to be quiet. He can't find me, he—
But I was sobbing so hard I couldn't breathe— and when I could my nose was filled with rust.
Breathe, like your in the water. Everything is okay. Nothing—
Pain and shock took up the space for blood in my veins. I was so lightheaded, too lightheaded. I couldn't think. I heard rather than felt the back of my head hit the wall behind me. Yet the sharp grip I had around my numbing leg hadn't slacked in the slightest since I'd hidden in this corner.
"Lesedi, I-I need y-you. Why are y-you in Fra-France?" I could barely get the plea out, I was choking on my words, begging for a girl I only held back. "My n-new coach is so so mean, I miss Mori. She never, she never told. . ."
My mind went to the reason I'd gotten a new coach in the first place; Father. And just like that, I could no longer ignore the source of my despair.
I hadn't moved since I'd scrambled into the linen room but there was still a puddle of blood below me. It was warm. It didn't stop coming and coming and coming— even though my fingers gripped my calve. My hands were covered in it, toes too. In the dark, I knew my swimsuit was ruined. The taste of it clogged the back of my throat.
I hated it, hated it, hated everything.
Everything was ruined; my breathing, my timings, my leg. And Father was still looking for me.
And I still couldn't breathe.
"God, please, please, please. . ."
I didn't know what I was begging for. Salt water was rolling into my mouth but I couldn't stop asking.
"I don't— I don't wanna be here anymore. . ."
I wanted it all to stop. Stop, stop, stop! Why wouldn't it stop? Why—
A gasp was torn from my throat as my eyes snapped open and I sat up. My heart thundered in my chest and breaths fell fast from my lips. My wet eyes jumped over my surroundings; I was in my bed, in St Everfields dormitories.
It was just a memory. That was all in the past.
As the realisation bowled into me, the panic clutching my body drained out of me. I noticed the sweat that drenched my form, the salt rolling down my cheeks and the stinging crescents in my palms.
