Reagan

Chapter Eleven [P1]

Chapter Eleven: Close Call [Part 1]

Her words swam through my ears, poisoning my mind. They were awful words that sickened me and repulsed me. I made her stop after she started talking about cutting slivers of flesh off of my parents. I had fresh tears in my eyes and my skin was sweaty and I could feel myself shake violently.

                “I’m sorry, Reagan, I’m so sorry!” Callie screamed, crying her eyes out! She gripped my shoulders and shook me.

                “I forgive you, Callie! I forgive you!” I yelled to make her stop. She did and collapsed into my lap. I held her into my arms and tried to soothe her as much as I could. She stopped finally and left to the lake. She said she needed to wash away her fears. I didn’t understand what she meant, but then she was gone. I sat there on the living room floor feeling empty of emotion and sore from pain. I heard Kim’s SUV pull up and I dashed to the bathroom where I ran the water in the bath and washed my face of tears and snot.

                I stayed in that bathroom until Kim left to go take care of her garden. I snuck out and dressed out of my clothes and into some black skinnies and a sweatshirt. I was going to go see where Callie hid at all this time. Where she slept and where she hid. It had been bugging me for a long time. When I was about to leave I found my old toy box scattered of all of the things out on the floor. I had forgotten about it! I frantically stuffed all of the items back into the box and hid it on top of my shelf in my closet. I was crying again and I wiped them away. Kim must’ve seen the things. She must’ve. Anger awakened inside me. What a nosy old lady!

                I walked out of the house, not caring about if she saw me. I kind of hoped she had.

                “Callie?” I called out as I reached the dark waters. I heard the black liquid lap at the posts underneath the boat dock I was standing on. I searched the top of the lake for any bobbing heads, and then I walked to the boat house. It was dark and dusty and locked. She must stay somewhere around here! I turned back and started towards the house when I noticed something floating on the top of the water. At first I dismissed it as seaweed, but then I started noticing it was thinner than a plant.

                It was hair.

                My breath caught in my throat and I gasped. It was weird moment, gasping without air, but after that awkward second I threw myself in the water and groped at the hair. It was long and wavy and gummy, like it wasn’t washed in weeks. I finally found a scalp and I pulled the head towards me. I could barely see, but I could tell who it was. It was Callie. I searched her face and I noticed in the dim light of the moon that it looked waxed over and her lips were blue. I put my ear near her chest and couldn’t hear a heartbeat. I let out a cry and I drug Callie to the shore.

                Her hands were cold in mine. I tried my hardest to perform CPR and when that didn’t work I started to cry for help. Then all of a sudden, those cold hands gripped my neck. The pressure was too much and I could feel my breath shorten and my lungs burn for air. I tried to rip off the hands, but it was impossible. Callie’s seemingly dead body rose up to sit up and clutched at my neck harder where my eyes rolled back into my head and I gapped for air like a fish.

                “She loved you more.” A voice that wasn’t Callie’s came from the girl’s lips. Her eyes were black and her dull hair flapped in the sudden wind. It was dark and sinister and scared me to death!

                “Callie!” I gasped, digging my nails into her wrists, but it was no use, and she wasn’t giving up on her death grip. I was now lightheaded and shadows were creeping in on either side of my eyes as if someone were closing in near us.