The Girl That Couldn't Get Away (Completed)

Chapter Sixteen

Sara's pov

There was no communication shared at that point, only the sound of the rustling waves were audible. I had accepted death at that point, though if anyone were to ask I'd say I had died fighting. I wished I was able to time travel, that way I would've been able to teleport myself to a safe haven. Instead, I was left vulnerable and exposed.

I didn't struggle when Jessica and her father lifted me into their familiar hands; though an involuntary hiss of pain had escaped my parted lips when Jessica's nails dug into my flesh.

I allowed the wave's motioning sound to pull me into a somewhat emotionless trance. The rocky boat had proved to be unstable when Jessica had almost lost her grip upon my skin, but she had regathered quickly.

"Ready?" I had watched his ask Jessica, his forehead crinkled in thought. She nodded surely, only taking a moment looked down at me. "On three then." He had said in finality, preparing his grip for whatever he had in mind.

"Get off me." I protested and even though there was fabric between my teeth, I had a hunch my whispered words wouldn't have been heard without it.

"One." They spoke together in unison, swaying my body closer to the side of the ship.

"Two." They had counted, my body now on the edge of life as I had prepared my lungs for the feeling of being drowned.

"Three."

I had heard the sound of my body breaking through the surface of the ocean before I felt myself submerge beneath the water. It was cold and made my body rigid as the weight and chain dragged me further from the brink of waves. The cloth that was inside of my mouth allowed the water access between my lips, but I refused to swallow the salty liquid.

My first instinct at that moment was to try too sim back to life, but with the binds on my limbs the best I could do was wiggle in the black emptiness. The movements had likely quickened my sinking, though I hadn't known so at the time. I felt the heavy ball collide cool with the sandy floor, sending the colored grains flying by my sides. I was able to move my limbs to more effect, though the best I could do was wag my arm.

My oxygen levels had plummeted with my body and my organs began to contract, begging for the air they desired. The salt had stung my eyes my whole float down, but had now settled to a uncomfortable itch. I thought of the sister I had never gotten a chance to meet and wondered if perhaps this was my calling. My brain pulsed at the possibility, conjuring the feelings my heart predicted she felt at the moment of her passing.

I raised my hand the way my father claimed she did and gently shook it back in forth through the water. My body felt serene as the acceptance of death rested beneath my toes, tickling the skin. A timeline of my life, thoughts and feelings acted out like a movie, played before my eyes. Then suddenly, just as I'm getting most comfortable, the movie disperses and is replaced by a blinding white light.

✴

"Sara? Sara, honey?"

The almost forgotten silking voice, prying me to her. I jolt up in disbelief, coughing to rid of the water that was never there. My back and neck stick to the surface of the bed, my skin covered in sticky sweat. I can barely breathe as I eye the women, her face undeniable unforgettable but yet forgotten. She sits on the bed with me, a bed clothed with feathery blue comforters that I remember, but have forgotten. I study the familiar room with a sense of unfamiliarity and shiver.

"Are you feeling alright? You're sweating a lot." The women points out, placing the back of her hand against my forehead in a motherly manner. Motherly, she's my mother. Realization hits me like a truck as I blink at my mom in shock and she sits on my bed, in my room. My mother seems to be focused on my drenched t-shirt, but I can't divert my attention away from her.

"I'm fine." I smile in disbelief, ironically answering her question as I grin in amazement. There's no man, no Jessica, no weight and chains, and definitely no water. I remove my body from beneath the blankets and walk towards my mirror, preparing myself for the worst. There, there I am with my hair well nourished and my body well fed. I feel like I'm in a dream, but my memories keep flooding my brain. The feelings surreal as I sit back beside my mom, grabbing her hand for reassurance. I don't speak of my dream, deciding it's best to let it remain unspoken, and instead wait for her to break the silence.

"I made pancakes." She says into the an I nod thankfully, following her down into the kitchen. I sit at the dining table, watching as she piles three pancakes into a ceramic plate before bringing it to my seat. I stop her from leaving and my dad raises his eyebrows from across the table.

"What day is it?" I ask them warily, connecting my eyes to there's. I take a bite of my pancake in order to seem somewhat uninterested, waiting for their response.

She smiles worriedly, "July 5."

"Oh." I smile, eating more of my breakfast. "Do you think I could have a ride to school?" I ask hopefully. She smiles, accepting my request due to the fact she has nothing else to do. I could feel the relief leak from my pours.

"Exspecially since you don't seem to be feeling well." She chuckles, obviously trying to get the impression that this won't become a daily routine across my mind. She grabs her keys and with a smile, leads the way to our car. I can't help how happy I feel, the excitement of life refreshing. I couldn't help but yelp in readiness when we pulled in front of my school, the place I wasn't able to reach in my dream.

"I love you, honey! Have a wonderful day!" My mom calls as I remove myself from the car, waving at her in return as I repeat my love. I sling my backpack across my shoulder, though I feel the need to hug my mother, so I climb back into the car.

"I love you to." I say once more, before pulling away from her. I can't help but feel the need to cry at how overwhelmingly lucky I feel. I'm no longer submerged beneath the sea like I was in my dream.

I'm no longer the girl that couldn't get away.

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