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{11} W E A K

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{11} W E A K

Like the sudden dripping of rain water, it didn't take long for the dizziness and the thirst to be submerged into the water once more to overcome the veins and breaths that Quinn had as she pulled into the driveway. She breathed deeply, with a rasp in her lungs as she stumbled out of the driver's seat and began slugging her way towards the front door. Her footsteps were hard and thundered against the concrete driveway—her only thought was to get into the bathtub and nothing else. She wanted the comfort of the surface of the clear water and to see the shimmer of her scales being rejuvenated after a long day.

"M-Mom!" Quinn managed to scream out, not caring about the blurs around her or the blackened spots that were consuming her very eyesight. She barely even felt her knees buckle underneath her as she reached the steps of the porch or the splintering pain of her knees hitting the concrete.

Her head snapped up when the front door opened and she saw her mom standing in the front doorway, her blonde hair a dismay and bruised plum lines etched underneath her large and concerning hazel eyes. She hurried down the steps in her button up shirt and dark washed Capri pants before she fell down in front of her daughter—seeing the weakened state that was her only treasure in the world anymore.

"B-bathtub," Quinn managed to stutter out as she felt as though she was being closed in—as though she was a fish out of water. Her breathing became heavy as she spilled one word out of her lips before she closed her eyes—too weak to see the worried state that was her mom, "w-water."

Quinn felt her mom reach forward and hook her arms around her armpits before lifting her up from the ground and began to drag her in the direction of the porch steps. Quinn's head was slumped forward and she was feeling a heat radiate throughout her body—allowing hot flashes to flicker as though a burning candle throughout her entire soul. It was almost as though she felt like she was burning to death without the water to sooth her skin and drench it—to replenish the mermaid within her that was dying to come out.

Knowing that she couldn't drag her daughter all the way up the stairs and to her bathroom, Quinn's mom tugged her daughter in the direction of where the hall bathroom was that was used for guests or visitors. She opened the door with one of her hands and pulled her daughter into the room before sitting her down onto the toilet. Turning to the bathtub, she started the water and turned—seeing that Quinn was beginning to mumble words in the language that she had only heard once before. The language of the mermaids. She gulped loudly, knowing that she had always hoped that language would never grace her daughter's lips but now it was confirmed that her nightmare was becoming true.

Once the water was high enough, she stopped the water and turned towards Quinn—before she reached forward and began to tug her shirt over her head. Quinn barely reacted to the feeling of her shirt and jeans being pulled off her skin and instead focused mainly keeping her breathing even although her breaths were becoming sharp gasps now.

As soon as she felt her mom pulling her up from the toilet seat she felt her knees crumble again—making her fall into the bathtub with a hard splash. Gasping loudly, as though she had been woken from a horrid night terror, Quinn's eyes slammed open and she found herself laying sprawled out in the bathtub with her body curled up and in an uncomfortable position. Her mom stood in front of with her hair wild and water splashed across her jeans and shirt but tears were cascading down her cheekbones in happiness that she hadn't just witnessed her daughter die in front of her eyes.

"W-what just happened?" Quinn breathed out, her voice loud within the room as she moved to let her whole body into the waters. As soon as her skin was within the waters entirely she felt a soothing numbness travel through her body—as if it was healing her internally as much as externally.