Into The Depths

Chapter 3

Austin pulled me to the edge of the crowd on the dance floor. I was close enough to the edge so I could still see that Jessica had stayed at the table like we were told. She was still eating her hamburger. As I was intently watching her Austin slid is baby soft hands onto the curves of my waist, they fit so perfect it was almost scary. He twisted me so that his chest was against my back, and I could feel the pace of his heartbeat quicken in between my shoulder blades. With every beat of his heart mine sped up a little bit more to match up with his. While still leaving one hand on my hip he grabbed the hair that covered my right shoulder and pulled it back, so it was resting on the other shoulder. What is he doing? He rested his chin on the place that my hair had just been removed from and softly, seductively breathed into my ear "You're so damn beautiful." I could feel the rush of his hot breath skim across the skin of my neck. It sent a slight shiver down my back and I liked that. It felt perfect.

"You're not too bad yourself." I softly said as I leaned my head back onto his shoulder, and slid my pointer finger up and down an invisible line on his hand. I felt him chuckle and again I was slammed with another shiver just like before. Why is this guy I just met affecting me so much? What is wrong with me? I looked up just in time to see the guy dancing in front of us hit the floor. My eyes widened with horror as I watched his body hit the floor. He went limp and his breathing ceased.

"Oh My Goodness, is he ok?" I shrieked in shock. Suddenly I felt a prick in my neck and something small and cold sunk deep in the tissue. I pulled free of Austin and looked at him with eyes that showed mixed emotions of anger, sadness, and horror. How could someone who looked and acted so innocent do this to me? How could I have fallen for someone like this so quickly? I turned and started to run back to the table but the farther I got away from him, the more my body refused move as fast as I wanted it to. How could I have left my sister unprotected for this guy who just stabbed me in the back? What kind of sister am I?

Austin walked up to me just in time as my knees gave out under my weight. He gently set me on the floor while saying "It's for your own good trust me." I looked up at him in confusion. How could this be for my own good? His eyes looked as though it pained him to see me like this. Why would it matter to him if I were in pain? I looked towards the table looking for Jessica. She wasn't there. No! Where is she? Had the same thing happened to her? My eyes started to haze as I frantically tried to search for her. Then my eyes focused in on her tiny frame trying to fight in the hands of a black, misted creature, and she wasn't winning the battle. It has eyes as black as midnight itself. The last thing I saw was its black eyes glaring at me with more hatred than I have ever seen come from anything. I will never forget that face, as well as hers. Her face was contorted with pain and she had tears streaming down her face. I just realized she had put on some of my mascara, because I could see the black streaking down her face like infected claw marks. She must hate me right now for leaving her. She had to feel betrayed because I know I would. She will never talk to me again let alone trust me. And I had no one to blame but myself.

Her tiny backpack flew off and landed a few feet away from me I think it was getting harder to judge distance now. It sunk into the floor dragging my sister who was still struggling along with him. "No, no you can't take her, she is innocent. You can't take her into the depths of..." James screamed at the top of his lungs as my eyes started to get heavier by the second until they completely closed and refused to open. Then everything went silent. I tried to scream for her, and James. It was my fault, had I listened to James, Jessica wouldn't have been dragged down into the floor. She would be safe in my arms. But because I didn't want to listen, I might never see her again. I hated Austin for asking me to dance with him. I hated James for not warning us about this god-awful creature. I hated the fact that Jessica refused to stay home. I hated the fact that mom and dad were too busy fighting to notice us leaving the house. I hated the fact that I had ignored her warning to stay at the table. I hated the fact that in her weakest moment I wasn't there to help her. I hated the fact that I hadn't tried harder to reach her. I just sat there and watched her get taken. I hated the fact that I had only one job, to watch her, and I had failed. I hated the fact that I was within a few feet from her but she was still stolen from me. I hated the fact that it was my fault she was gone and I might never see her again. I hated the fact that the only person to blame for this was me. I felt a salty streak of fluid flow down the side of my face towards the floor. It felt good to cry, but the tear burned into my skin like acid. Finally everything just left my mind. It was like my mind had removed all of my thoughts as if trying to tell me to stop thinking completely. So I did and I became unaware of everything, and fell into a deep slumber.