The Night At The Lake

The Lady in the Lake

It took so long for me to sleep tonight. holding onto Dani was the only thing keeping me sane. Tightly gripping her body, knowing shes still here. She's not leaving yet. She can't. She can't. She won't.

We lay peacefully, my mind slowly drifts off. I wonder what she's thinking. What's she's dreaming, what her pretty hands are reaching out to.

I wish I knew how long she had. So I have more time to prepare myself. So we know how much time we have to do all the things we want to. But then again, when the day nears, the dread would be too much. And for Dani it would probably be worse.

I decide to keep my mind on whats happening right now, by Dani's side, laying with her for what feels like eternity. My ideal eternity.

Hugging the love of my life. Knowing she's here and not that horrid entity that won't let go of her. Her mind, her soul, her body. Me. She won't let go of me too. I know I'm not in as much pain as she is, but it's slowly peeling away the only girl I could ever truly love.

My thoughts dim as my consciousness fades away.

I wake up. My arms are empty.

"Dani?" My voice is quiet and tired in slow and delayed realisation.

She must be in the kitchen having her little snack as she does every once in awhile. I normally wake with a quiet bang of a cupboard or cup, I then open my eyes to the flooding light that comes from the kitchen, and I get up. The second I step out of the hallway and I'm in her view from over the kitchen bench, Dani runs over and immediately hugs me.

I dont know why she does it. It's not like shes crying. Her arms feel warm but her face is always pale and empty.

I look out the window. It's still dark, the moon barely welcoming any light. I prop myself onto my arm. There's no blinding light from the kitchen tonight.

I feel around, double checking she isn't here, making sure I didnt roll over or kick her to the very edge of the bed and ensure my morning lecture.

The realisation finally hits me that she isn't here. I feel her soft, silky pillow case, which has to be this very pillow or she gets upset.

The pillow is wet. not my tears, hers. Now I'm really panicking. The only time she cries at night is when she really has a bad nightmare. She screams then holds onto me. It's normally Flora or me getting drowned by the lady in the lake.

They've gotten more vivid and terrorising, every one of her screams haunt me.

I sit up properly now. Hands on my lap, stroking her pillow for reassurance.

I turn the lamp on and my eyes immediately spot the little peice of paper, tear stained. I flip it over into my hands and read it slowly and calmly, keeping my posture straight. My finger tips are getting slightly stained with the fresh ink as I trace my finger tips over it.

A little suicide note.

I put it down, breathing in its words, staring intensely at the wall. shes not gone yet. I still have time. I nod to myself and I stand up slowly.

I walk through the hallway, gaining some speed, holding my tears back the best as I can. I open the front door agressively and I slam it behind me.

I'm in a cab in less then three minutes. I'm hyperventilating. I feel the drivers eyes worriedly linger on me, but they dont say anything.

All I do is think, back and forth between reassurance and immense worry.

She's at bly soon, what if she dies before im there? No, she cant have. The pillow was freshly wet. The ink was brand new.