Underwater

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I managed to convince my boyfriend to go back to the cabin with me. We had a lengthy discussion in the car about my mental health, and we fought over it. I couldn’t sleep then.

When we got to the cabin, we didn’t talk for a couple of hours. I stood outside, by the dock, waiting for the lake monster to come back. My boyfriend, on the other hand, waited inside for me to come to my senses. Anxiety took over me and I went to the edge of the dock for no apparent reason. There were cute little figures out in the middle of the lake. I sit on the edge of the old wooden dock to comfortably watch the ducks floating on the glistening water out in the distance. I clutched my legs close to my chest, careful to not touch the scary water. Something about this seems so familiar. It does. I just can’t put my finger on it.

There was a bubbling noise coming from beneath the dock. I could hear it clearly. Images flashed in my mind of me falling into the water. I stood quickly and slowly backed away from the edge of the dock. The wooded boards of the dock seemed to crack beneath my shoes. I don’t want to fall in! I turned around to prepare to run back to dry land, but my boyfriend was waiting for me just on the other end of the dock.

“Hey, what’s the matter!” he shouted.

“Don’t move!” I replied. “It’s not safe!”

“Why don’t you come back, then?”

I nodded hesitantly, and I ran for it! I ran from this end of the dock to the other where my boyfriend opened his arms and readied himself to catch me. We fell to the ground, holding each other tightly. I was crying by the time I realized I was on dry land. My boyfriend coddled me in his arms.

“Shush, now. You’re safe with me.” He whispered. “You’re safe. You’re safe.

“I’m sorry.” I managed to say over my sobbing. “I’m sorry.”

“Come on, let’s get inside.”

He helped me up and put his whole arm around my shoulder. We walked slowly toward the log cabin.

Inside, he sat me down on the couch and wrapped me in a cozy blanket. He made me a fresh mug of coffee and hugged me tight. I was shivering in his arms. The blanket didn’t help. For an hour, we just cuddled on the couch until my shivering stopped.

“Are you feeling better.” He asked.

“A bit.” I answered, still scared.

“What happed back there?”

“If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.”

“I’m sorry.” He tightened his embrace.

“For what?”

“I didn’t believe how important this was for you. I should’ve been more supportive.”

Let me get this straight; he doesn’t believe that a lake monster attacked me with its mind powers, but he’s okay with me making up stories about a psychic lake monster. What is he, my therapist? I know it’s not just my imagination. It’s real. Something happened to me, but it happened in the night. It must only come out during the night. He has to be there with me tonight. Knowing him, he’d take me back to civilization before nightfall.

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