Beneath the Waves

Things Fall Apart

Chris is distraught as she leaves Ria's apartment. Why the fuck didn't Amma pull her out like last time. She almost just killed her girlfriend in broad daylight. She tries to calm down a little just so she can safely drive home, but she barely manages that. Somehow she makes it into her apartment unharmed (well physically at least) and goes straight to the bathroom to wash her girlfriend's blood off her hands.

What the fuck had just happened. They just had a full-on fight. It was like she was watching from inside herself, but unable to control her actions. She just remembers the rage taking over and the next moment she was watching from behind ink-black eyes.

Wiping her tears she looked in the mirror. She was the monster. She couldn't even blame Ria for kicking her out like that and never wanting to see her again. The thought made her sick (oh actually sick) and she found herself a second later hugging the toilet bowl vomiting what felt like all her emotions into it. She sat on the bathroom floor for ages. Feeling as if nothing mattered anymore, as if life had no meaning. She needed to do something.

Amma

She needed to talk to Amma.

She tried calling her like last time, tried the book trick, laying on her bed, everything. She tried everything at least ten times, but nothing happened. Amma must be busy again. This, however, couldn't wait.

Deciding that there had to be a way for her to access the other world, she went to lie down on her bed. She calmed herself, emptied her mind, and then tried to focus on that rage she felt in that first fight with Ria. She held onto that rage for a minute before she could feel herself falling. Falling and falling. She landed, once again, in the dungeon. Relieved to see the light shining from the room in the back. She walked towards it, her footsteps echoing once again off the stone walls. The braziers weren't lit, which was a little bit odd, but she didn't think about it too much. She just kept walking. Determined. She was going to shout at an ancient warrior nun for not rescuing her from almost killing her girlfriend.

She got to the door and saw the strangest thing. Amma was hunched over as if she was asleep. She walked around her, hand on her shoulder she gently shook her.

"Amma, wake up it's me, Chris"

If this was what Amma meant by 'being busy' they were about to have words for sure.

Amma didn't move.

Chris walked around and realized that something wasn't right. She didn't think Amma was sleeping.

She walked closer to her, lifted her head from the table, and immediately dropped it again out of shock.

Gaping black holes sat where her eyes used to be and a big slit ran across her throat. She was dead.

Amma was dead.

Ria never wanted to see her again. Amma was dead.

Chris fell to the floor, sobbing. She didn't know how much more she could take today. It all felt like too much for her to handle.

How was Amma even able to die? She was supposed to be an immortal supernatural being.

Sobbing is how she woke up in her bed. She didn't know when the cold hard floor of the dungeon turned into her bed, and she didn't care.

She stayed curled up in her bed for what could have been hours or days. It wasn't until she heard her phone vibrating that she was broken out of her stupor.

She picked up her phone and thought that she must be dreaming.

Ria's name flashed across the screen.

She considered ignoring it, not wanting to be shouted at right now.

It was Ria though...

She raised the phone to her ear and answered.

"Ria?"