Part II
What the hell was that?!
I tried rubbing off the pain but it's no use. The flashlight was on the ground, and I tried feeling around. My eyes stung and I stepped forward without knowing where I'll be going.
I was too late to realize that I stepped off the ground and fallen into the water with a big splash. I tried moving my feet and arms to float but something was dragging me down. I screamed and bubbles floated around. Why am I not heading to the surface?
With that thought, my sight was enveloped by darkness and I found myself running. My breathing heaved and without noticing where I was going, I fell on the ground, earning a loud groan from me. But wait, this is not my voice? And why am I crying all of a sudden?
"Please, stop," I wept. Not with my voice, but with a woman's voice.
I'm in somebody's body.
"You can run, Amelia, but we'll still catch you no matter what." I turned my head over my shoulder to see two blurry figures. I'm crying so probably that's the reason why my eyes aren't as clear as they are.
I see two figures of men. They're wearing a uniform that's familiar to me.
The body I was in stood up and ran. I was with this girl the whole time.
I shouted at the men who was now cornering me, I mean the girl. With shaking hands, I wiped off the flowing tears, leaving me with a clearer vision. Once my sight was clear enough, I screamed at the top of my lungs before feeling the pain of something hard hitting my head before darkness got the better of me.
Opening my eyes, I took a very deep breath. Trying to get as much air to my hungry lungs. With the strength that was left in my body, I swam towards the pool metal ladder and sat on the edge of the pool, still breathing heavily.
With my own thoughts the only loud I could hear, a realization slowly crawled to me.
Amelia.
That is the name of the girl whose case is known to be the drowned conspiracy.
In this moment, all I can think of is how the nickname of this pool resonates to how I'm feeling. The pool of illusion.
I badly want to think that this is just an illusion, but how can I think of it as it is when I clearly feel like I've been in her body? Reliving the moment of her suffering? Seeing the people who might be the reasons for her disappearance?
I closed my eyes when the wind blew to my face. I nodded with the wind as an agreement.
From this moment on, an agreement has been made.
Her case will no longer be called "The Drowned Conspiracy", and I promise that.
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THE END.
