No Memory

6

The swimsuit feels so weird on my body. I wish I could describe how exposed it makes me feel. I tie my hair up in a ponytail. I'm not sure how well swimming is going to go. I mean I don't know if I remember how to swim. It's cold as I walk outside of my room. Air conditioning is a great luxury but does it have to be so damn cold?

I walk down the stairs. No one intercepts me at the steps. I walk through the large living room to the sliding glass doors. I see the pool out back. It’s large and looks fun. I bet the water is warmer than air inside the house. I open the doors and feel heat come onto me. I smile as my body becomes warm again. I walk out into the sunshine. I see Charlie sitting in a white t-shirt and a pair of trunks. He wears sunglasses. I roll my eyes as I close the door. Charlie looks like an idiot trying to look cool with his ultra-white skin. I walk over to him.

"How’s the burn coming?" I smile as I shield my eyes from the sun. He grabs and orange from the table next to him. Another pool chair sits next to him. I sit in it as he peels the orange.

"Ready to swim?" He smiles. I look at him. I just sat down and now he wants me to stand up. He stands up putting the orange down. He takes off his shirt revealing his white chest. I smirk slightly. I bet I don't look any darker. I watch Charlie walk over to the stairs. I stand up and look at the water. I touch it slightly with my toe. It’s cold.

"Don't get in the water," A faint voice calls to me from inside my head. I brush it off. I jump in. The icy water covers my body. I open my eyes. I don't know why I do...I just opened them underwater.

That’s when it started....

I hear screams in my head. The cold stings my eyes and nose as I feel myself inhale the water. I can't breath. I have to get out of the water now! I feel my body thrash under the water. I close my eyes. I hear the water lapping up on the river. I'm back in the river. The cold black water chokes the breath out of me. I can feel the man’s arms, HIS arms holding me down. HE brings me back up by my hair. I feel the cool blade against my arm. I cry out in pain causing HIM to plunge my body in the water. I feel my body dying as it bleeds out. HE brings me up again and again cuts me. I feel my eyes feel the death coming. I'd like to say my life flashed before my eyes but it didn't. All I could think about was what they would think when they found my body. How would they respond?

I feel the last bits of life ebbing away. I pray to God that someone finds me. That someone finds HIM. God, please, I don't want to die, don't let me die here alone, please God! I feel the tears come to my eyes but I blink them away into the water.

Then HE lets me go. It's almost as if God was listening. I hear the MAN running out of the water. The cold water hits my body softly. I lay in the water. I open my eyes and see only darkness. Below me is the knife. I struggle as I flip myself over. I try to call for help but my throat hurts. I lay floating looking up at the stars. The moon gives me a frown and a sad tear falls from the sky. The rain comes softly. It whispers to me. I'm going to be okay. I'm going to live. I smile up to the stars, a sad smile. I know better than to be hopeful. HE's going to kill me. And then HE'll kill the others girls. And then Grace. I start to cry. HE'll come back. HE'll come back. I hear a voice in the distance. A female voice.