It was getting darker and darker. Slowly, the fog-ridden shore was out of sight. Nothing but wter in all directions.
“Dad, we have never gone out this far. Are you sure this is safe?” Charlotte questioned nervously.
“We will be fine, Lottie. Can’t you trust your old man?” He said, a smile dancing on his lips.
“I suppose.” She replied plainly, then went back to her book. Her stomach growled. “I think I’ll have my sandwich now.”
“Grab me mine too, will you?” Her father asked, Pulling up the sails, and tying them securely.
Charlotte unpacked the picnic blanket, spreading it out onto the wood planks. She opened the basket, and took out the sandwiches and the rest of their lunch, complete with a daisy she had picked on their way to the port. Her father saw she was done setting out the meal, and made his way over. He sat down, crisscross as Charlotte was, and began eating. In silence, they ate, listening to the small waves that occasionally splashed up onto the sides of the boat.
“Look.” Her father pointed into the direction of a dolphin. It gleefully jumped, in and out, chattering as it went.
“Wow.” Charlotte breathed. They stared at the mere beauty of the mammal. Thunder in the distance broke their trance.
Her father perked up. “I think we should head back to shore, are you done?”
“Yeah.” She said, throwing the remains of her meal into the dark sea. “About how long will it take to get back to shore?”
“Well, if the winds are on our side, then we should get there within 30 minutes.” He said, untying the sails.
“And if they’re not?” She asked.
“I don’t know.” He said. Charlotte walked to the bow, looking for the dolphin. “Where did he go?”
“Who?” Her dad asked.
“The dolphin, of course.” She said.
“Probably under the water. Away from the storm.” Her dad said, steering the boat.
Charlotte looked up. There was definite signs of a storm. She felt a cold drop on her arm. Lookin down, she saw a small raindrop, resting on her forearm. Then another. Then another. Quickly, the rain poured down, marking the dry wood planks with raindrops. The wind picked up, sending waves flying. Charlotte looked over the bow. The tip of the sailboat sliced through the choppy waters, creating waves of its own. All of a sudden, the boat trembled. A large wave hit the boat, full force. Then another hit., much harder than the last. A loud thud broke her flying thoughts. She whipped around, to find her father lying unconscious on the wet floor.
“Dad!” She screamed, but the wind died it out. She ran across the wooden port, slipping as she went. The boat teetered, sending her crashing to the floor. The darkness stared to take over her. She yelled her father’s name once more, before completely blacking out.
Slowly, her eyes opened, revealing the white room. She heard voices. Many voices. The blurred scence cleared up. She was in a hospital. But why? Memories flooded back into her head. Bad memories. The last scene she saw was her father. Her father.
“Oh good, you’re up!” A blonde female clopped up to her.
“Dad!” She cried. “Where’s my dad?”
Everyone shifted uncomfortably.
The blonde sat down on the hospital bed, placing a hand on her knee. “Oh, honey…”
“Where’s my father?” She demanded.
“The funeral was four days ago.” She said.
She felt like she had been slapped. Anger mixed with sadness filled her.
“Why didn’t you save him?” She screamed.
“There was nothing we could do.” The doctor stepped in.
“Yes you could have! Why?” She screamed, getting up. “Why?”
The blonde lady held her back. Charlotte screamed and kicked and punched. Everyone filed out of the room. The door shut, leaving Charlotte alone. She slammed against the door, tears streaming down her face. Breathing hard, she sunk down against the wall, crying softly.
“Why?” She whispered. “Why me?”
She looked over. On the table, vibrant colored flowers sat in a row. She got up, and quietly walked over. There, sitting on the table, was East of Eden. She picked it up, and opened it. The text was smeared, but still readable. The pages were curled, and the cover was damaged, but over-all it was in good condition. She opened it, finding the page where she left off. She crawled back into the bed, and started reading. Not long after, she was sound asleep.
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Omg you guys probably hate me right now. So sorry, but for the plot to work, he had to die :(
Buuuuuuut... There's chapter 2!
Sorry if there is any mistakes, I tried to edit.
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