Chapter Six.

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[⚠ T/W: fight scenes]

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It's the same thing that's going around...
pick yourself up off the ground...
What you think is what you see...
If you see it same as me...

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Rory~

THE night was cold and lonely. The wind was howling as I lay in the hammock out in the backyard. John B had disappeared back into the Chateau, with the compass with him. 

Everyone had left and it was just the two of us now. Alone. Separate. I know we need to figure this out together. But as we can all see, he was alone, hold up inside his room, and I was alone here. Out in the yard.

The rooster was crowing, the seabirds still flying from time to time as I just lay there.

I was numb. I didn't cry. I wanted to. I should have. That's the natural, instinctual reaction that should have occurred in me. But no.

Here I was, just numb and quiet.

I don't know what to think about everything that has happened.

It's been a whirlwind of a start to the summer.

The storm, the wreck, Rafe, the fight at the boneyard. Then Sheriff telling us to say out of the marsh. My anxiety attack. And finally, finding Dad's compass from the Grady-white that belonged to Scooter Grubbs.

Look, for nine months, everybody tried to get me and John B to believe that our Dad's dead. I might have started to give up and tried to move on, but that didn't mean I thought he was dead. 

They say we are in denial. Whatever.

Denial's underrated. You should try it sometimes. It's highly effective, and it's only denial if you are wrong. 

I sighed, getting up from the hammock as I walked towards the dock, aimlessly. No thoughts other than the compass and Dad, consuming my mind. I strip down from my shorts and JJ's oversized T-shirt he'd given me earlier, standing on the edge of the dock, away from the HMS Pouge in my underwear and bikini top.

I suck in a deep breath before I dive into the water, the cold water soothing my warm body and hot with nerves, all-consuming thoughts brain.

It was pretty dark and not one single soul was around as I swam in the marsh water, my arms and legs relaxed as I swim. The water, the ocean is the only thing that can calm me, anytime. It gives a peace so divine and serene, I feel heavenly when I'm in it.

I turn my body to effortlessly float on my back, my legs still kicking ever so slightly to keep me afloat as I look up at the dark starry sky, the stars twinkling and looking like glitter.

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