Three Worlds Apart

Chapter XV, Dawson

This would be a stupid way to die.

That's my only thought as I hang for the tiny ledge. If I fall from here and I die, that would just be ridiculous.

But my arms are losing their circulation, my fingers are starting to shake. I going to fall and die and that is going to suck. Just my luck, I went through all that shit a months ago and didn't die. Now I'm going to die after falling off a ledge. Great.

I look up, there is no way to pull myself up and nothing I can drop down onto. Nothing I can drop onto and live anyway. 

Suddenly a person is standing above me.

But no.

It's not possible.

How can it be?

I must have fallen and died.

Standing above me, her fiery red hair twisted up in a bun with strands framing her face. Her eyes are transparent and her skin is pale. The person I've been longing to see. Something isn't right about her though, I can't tell what.

Amelia is reaching towards me.

"Give me your hand!" She calls.

"I can't!" I shout back.

"Try! Damn it! Try!" She yells. But I can't pull myself high enough to reach her hand.

"Damn it!" She swears. Jumping to her feet she looks around, "Damn it. Damn it. Damn it." She mutters. Man has she ever developed a wider vocabulary.

"Dawson, just hold still." She calls. Her eyes turn a pale blue and I float up onto the ledge on a cushion of air.

After hanging so long my legs collapse, my head smashes against the gravel.

I'm knocked out for a few minutes before opening my eyes.

Amelia stands over me, smirking. "Dawson," She says, "I'm usually the one who is that talented at being clumsy." She says.

I open and close my mouth a few times, Amelia laughs. She looks amazing in a light purple tank top, beige cargo shorts and hiking boots. There are leather cuffs, with buckles on them, the one on the right has a watch face on it.

"Are you real?" I whisper. Amelia smiles and kneels down beside me, "I am real." She says, taking my hand. Her hand feels real, how could Amelia be alive though? No one could have survived the explosion.

But Amelia is different, she special.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to find you." Amelia says gently. 

I know what's wrong, I know what's different about Amelia. Her hands, her face, her arms, her legs, her collarbone. Every inch of her body that I can see are covered in scars. How did I not notice? Her face, her lovely face.

Amelia jumps up, "Dawson we have to go, we can talk later." She grabs my hand and starts to run but I dig in my heels.

"Just answer this one question," I say, "And then we'll go, I swear." She nods, "Okay but we need to hurry." I nod.

"Swear to me right now that you aren't dead and that I'm not dead, swear to me that we are alive." I grip her hand, begging.

"Dawson, I swear on everything that I have ever loved that I am real, we are alive." Amelia smiles. I smile back and we run.

As we run I ask, "What is happening?" Amelia shakes her head, "Noah is about to make the biggest mistake of his life." 

In some ways I could do this forever, run. As long as I have Amelia, I could run forever.