Feel (Kellic)

Chapter 22

I haven't updated in forever, sorry. This chapter is kind of short too, but whatever.

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Chapter 22

I hear water. The rocking of the waves, the rushing of the wind. It's all around me. Water. Something so necessary to the human race. Yet it's so unknown to us, so dangerous and deep, dark. It sucks the air out of your lungs without you even knowing what's underneath your feet.

I'm terrified of water. Maybe it's because of that night when Hayley died, or maybe the fear has always been there. I don't ever remember going swimming in lakes when I was younger. I know we went to lakes many times, but I don't remember ever stepping into the lake.

So right now, I'm frozen. The wood is the only thing underneath me, the only thing keeping me from passing out from fear and panic. How the hell did I end up in the middle of the ocean?

I can barely breathe as a wave washes over the other side of the wood, touching my feet like an oily snake, threatening to grab onto me and pull me under. My heart starts beating fast and my mind is creating so many different scenarios that it's hard to keep up. I feel like I'm going to pass out. I'm terrified.

Why am I in the middle of the ocean and why am I about to die?

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Somebody shakes me awake, and I'm about to wake up screaming. My lungs felt like they were closing in on themselves and now they no longer do. I'm relieved, but the terror, the terror induced by nothing but a nightmare, is still pumping itself through my veins.

"Kells, are you okay?" A familiar voice says as I latch onto a familiar arm. It still feels like I'm drowning, or as if the water is surrounding me and it's about to pull me under. I wonder if the nightmare was encouraged by the way everything seemed to feel absolutely wrong today. I'll never know.

"I almost drowned, Vic." I say, still stuck in my nightmare. I feel Vic go tense, and for a few seconds I'm confused, but then he relaxes and sits down in front of me, causing me to let go of his arm.

"Nightmare?" He asks.

I nod, "Yeah."

"I hate those."

"Me too."

He pats my hand reassuringly, "Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really." I say.

"Okay."

Then we're silent. I have no idea how long I slept for, so I ask Vic, "How long did I sleep for?"

Vic shrugs, "Not quite sure. Only a few hours, nothing too long."

I nod.

He does too.

Now it's quiet.

I want to ask him about us. Are we a thing now? I don't think so. But it's obvious that we both like each other. Right? So is it okay to talk about this stuff with him? I should think so, he's not only the guy I like, he's one of my good friends who I've actually started to open up to. Sort of.

"Hey Vic?"

Vic glances back up at me. He was playing with my shoelaces. "Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

I take a deep breath, and in one long sentence, say, "So like, we kissed and all that and I like you and I think you like me, but we never actually talked about it, so are we a thing? Or?" I'm so glad I got that out, because it's been bothering me.