Gifted

Chapter Thirty Emily

A cold and harsh mist wakes me up, and I'm already shivering. I'm guessing that it must be late in the morning, because I can see the sun up in the sky from my window. A voice startles me all of a sudden:
"Hey, it's late, we'd better eat and get to work right away"
says Cecelia. She's  hovering right above to me, staring.
"Mmmmm, waittttt, one more minute..." I groan.
"I'm too tired to get up yet."
"Okay Em, but we'll have to go soon, I'll make breakfast and I'll call you when it's ready"
I see her walk outside and under the hangover, where we made a fire. Then my eyelids close back down. No, I shouldn't leave Cecelia alone to make breakfast, it's rude. Too late, I'm back asleep.
Seconds later, I hear wood crackling, I just love that sound. The sound that we had at camp fire back home during those awesome camping trips. I slowly doze off, not realizing that Cecelia called me already,
"Hey Em, get up! I can't wait here all day!"
"I'm coming..."I say in an extremely lazy voice.
I finally manage to get up, and walk like a dying zombie towards the door. Shoot I forgot my jacket! I grab it and walk outside.
"Finally!" Cecelia says with a big smile on her face.
"Yeah... I'm really tired, we all worked so hard yesterday.!" I reply
When we finish eating breakfast, we head over to the woods. And it's only about twenty minutes later that I actually realize I haven't seen Sherman yet. I completely forgot about him! Where could he be?
I tell Cecelia and we conclude that maybe he was nice enough to go find some more food for all of us. Well, maybe not...
We decide to wait for him for fifteen more minutes outside the house, but we can't tell time. We have no clock, no watch, no phone, we have nothing. After what seems like fifteen minutes, we give up and decide to go fishing. Cecelia made some rods yesterday, and I guess that could be a good opportunity to use them, today while waiting for Sherman to come back.
We walk around the creek and stop by a nice place to sit. The water flows before us and we sit on two big rocks near it. I manage to put my rod in between two other rocks so I don't have to hold it forever. I do the same for Cecelia, but there are no stones left, so I create some and do the exact same thing to her rod. After about what seems five minutes, we are both bored out of our skulls...
I stand up and look at the view, but notice something familiar through the bush. What is it? What could it be?!
Cecelia catches me glancing over there, and asks me what I'm seeing,
"Um, whatch'a lookin' at Emily?"
"You see that bright red, maybe pink or purple thing over there?" I say, while pointing to the direction where I saw the thing. It's not moving. We decide to approach, leaving our rods behind.
As we come closer and closer, we discover in huge horror that it's Sherman.
He's lying on the ground,
He's not even breathing,
He's motionless,
He's dead.

We both bend down to see what's up with him. But I feel a hard and painful streak going through my heart, what's happening.
Am I dying?
Am I going to end up just like Sherman?