Evelyn

Chapter 6:

The new characters just keep on coming! So the last chapter was just a short introduction to Scott Williamson and you don't really get to see his whole personality, but I promise you that as the story progresses, you will learn more and more about each character.

Anyway, what do you guys think about Victoria and Scott, the new characters who were introduced? Better yet, what do you think about every character? Who is your favorite?

Keep reading :)

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She could feel the salt in her hair, the sand between her toes and the smell of sunscreen. It smelled like summer. She glanced down to see the blue waves lapping against her skin, the water waist deep and cool. The perfect escape to a hot California day.

Her eyes were trained on the water below her, but she could hear the shouts and cries of the other people, either in the water with her, but farther away, or on the sandy shore, building sand castles and chasing each other around. She could not say why she thought they were building sandcastles when she wasn't even looking at them, but she could tell.

Finally, she focused her attention on the sea in front of her, stretched out into the blue horizon where a light sky blue met a deep, royal blue and saw that there was a large rock in the distance, big enough to fit one or two people. Without knowing why, she decided to swim there even though it had to be almost a mile away from the shore.

It was stupid, but what surprised her was that she knew it was stupid and yet she still didn't care. Her arms were starting to ache by the time she got close enough to see a figure perched on top of the rock, hair long and tangled with bits and pieces of seaweed in it. It was a woman, but her back was turned to her.

"Mom?"

Something about that shape, that figure, the hair, made her know that it was her mother.

"Yes, honey?"

Slowly, as if in a horror movie, the figure turned around and Evelyn screamed.

Pale, waterlogged skin that made it seem like the corpse had been drifting in the water for years, dead black eyes that had had its eyeballs gouged out, suddenly nothing reminded Evelyn of her mom at all.

Evelyn turned around and struggled to race back to shore, not turning around once but when she got there, it was empty. Not a living soul was there. There were no footprints in the sand, no beach chairs, nothing. She looked up and the sky was suddenly an ominous gray.

A cold, clammy hand fell on her shoulder...

 Evelyn sat up, dripping in cold sweat, heart slamming against her chest, struggling to catch her breath. Her hand reached up to touch her cheek and she was alarmed to find it wet. It took her a moment to realize it wasn't the salty tears of the ocean, but those produced by crying. 

A small ray of sunlight spilled into her bedroom and Evelyn flopped back down on her bed, resisting the urge to cry again. She glanced at her nightstand to where her alarm clock was, to find that it was only six and that the alarm was set to go off at six fifteen.

Evelyn couldn't sleep, however, and sat back up, throwing on her socks and going to the bathroom to brush her teeth and take a shower.

It was Monday, her least favorite day of the week and already, she had woken up with a bad start, she reflected as she spit the toothpaste, ridding herself of the bad taste that had been in her mouth a few minutes before.