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~Chapter 31~

I decided against trying to run away from the problem. It was useless, honestly. They would get a hold me, or I would have to face them myself eventually. It's not like I could catch a flight to Australia in the next hour or something, that would be one of the dumbest ideas I've ever had. All of my things are still in the house, I don't have a key, and I'm not about to break into their house.

So, here I am, walking around St. Petersburg, constantly rubbing my arms in attempt to warm my freezing bones. Somehow the shield gave me the feeling of the frozen water, making me, freeze my ass off. Don't know why the shield and I are connected, but Jesus, it was just annoying at this point.

Why did we have to go to the beach? I wasn't near ready to show them yet.

But then again, I didn't really say if I wanted to go or not. I was forcibly pushed out of the door by Preston and Vikk, and since they're both short, they  easily took my legs from under me and dragged me out of the door.

Laughing fondly at the thought, I continued walking down the sidewalk and staring into oblivion while thinking, often looking at my watch to check the  time.

Why do I have a watch? Vikk made me wear it.

Why does Vikk have a watch? I don't know, he's British.

Passerby's barely spared a glance as they walked by, but I realized that most people walking past me were doing the same thing I was.

The realization just came from their facial expressions, or from their thoughts. Every thought I heard walking past people was very loud, it made me wonder what had brought them to come out here too.

But anyway,  I had realized they had come out here to clear their head until they came to a conclusion. Or, until they had to go home.

I had to go home soon.

I turned on my heels and began walking the other way, back towards the beach. I didn't want to go straight home, but I'm sure someone was scoping out the beach to try and find me. I assumed, at least, Vikk trying to send a thought to me every 5 minutes. I blocked him out, though, not responding.

I was already thinking about it, I didn't need to be reminded.

I just wanted to be alone for a bit. And when I say a bit, I mean at least a good 2 hours of walking back and forth. All I knew is that it was 10:35, and that I had left the doorstep of the house at 8:25, out of fear that they would find me immediately after I ran off.

I knew I had left the beach only a minute or so before, because one moment I was exiting the beach, at the intersection, and the next I was hyperventilating at the foot of the driveway, thinking about what to do while Vikk was trying to contact me.

But now I'm here, with a 'clear' mind and a final decision that I'm still not sure how it's going to go. But, alas, I have to do this.

Or else Vikk will never stop.

Stepping onto the beach my bare feet were instantly met by the sand and warmed slightly, until I continued pulled them from the sand while walking. I noticed my shoes along with the others were still hidden at the bottom of the sand dune, so I slowly walked over and picked mine up, holding them in my left hand as I walked.

I came to a stop near the shore as I looked at the moon hovering over the water. It seemed frozen in place as stars cascaded across the sky like rain. No one was on the beach as far as I could tell, but I hadn't looked very intently. I knew someone would come sooner or later anyway.