Thunderstorms~Harry Potter~a fanfiction

Worst fear

"The only thing stronger then fear, is hope"
-Suzanne Collins The Hunger Games

Chapter 17

Envy's POV

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I sat outside my tent, braiding a few bits of catsclaw together. Dusk was falling, and the shadows in the forest deepened. I put the little braided bits of catsclaw in the pocket of my leather jacket, and tossed down my hair tie onto the ground infront of the tent. I Got up from the mossy rock I was sitting on, and ran silently into the shadows.

I wandered the forest until the moon was lighting up the forest enough to see the way, but not enough to eliminate the shadows. I heard the sound of running water, and followed it. I loved water, but I couldn't swim. I sat by the water on a big rock. I was tired, and I felt like I could fall asleep right there on the rock, but I had to go back. I got up to go back to the tent. I turned around on the rock, but it was slippery and I was tired, and I slipped forward and winded myself. I gasped for breath, and at the same time tried to find a part of the rock that wasn't slippery with lichen. And Just. Like. That. I was soaking wet, and I found myself kicking at deep water. I tried to touch the bottom, but it was as if there was none. I screamed, but water filled my mouth, and I went back under. I struggled to try and keep afloat, and kicked my legs, but nothing happened. My arms thrashed around to find something to grab, but nothing was there. My lungs screamed for oxygen, and my mind grew hazy and everything grew darker and I felt consciousness slipping away from me. My head smashed against something hard, and I suddenly felt all the pain in my body disappeared, and the burning sensation disappeared from my lungs. It was actually quiet peaceful, floating silently in the cool water. I had never in my life felt so safe, so peaceful, and so untroubled. I could lay there forever, at least I thought, until someone pulled me out of the water. As soon as I was laying on the dry shore, the pain and burning started again, worse then before. I coughed and spluttered water, and tried my hardest to breathe. I tried to open my eyes, and when I did everything was washed out and blurry. Whoever had pulled me out was looking over me, and saying something, but all I got was "Breathe", "it's okay" and "Envy" it was a boy's voice. I rolled on my side, vomited. I rolled back onto my back, and tried to clear my eyes from the stinging water. "Envy. Are you okay?" He asked me. I tried to speak, but my throat was burning, so I slightly nodded. I cleared my eyes, and breathing heavily I got a better look at my saviour. "Vincent?" I blinked. He helped me up. I stumbled as I tried to walk. My head still spun, and my sight was still slightly washed out. "How'd you find me?" I managed to say before my throat started burning, and my voice cracked. "Don't try to talk, you'll make it worse. I heard you scream, so I followed the sound of the river 'till I found you. I'll walk you back to your tent. And I'm not asking you." He added when I opened my mouth to protest. I nodded, and we both trudged silently back.I put my hand to my head, and instantly felt a throbbing pain, where I must have hit my head. I tried to recall how I had fallen in the water. It all happened so fast.
I was sitting on the rock,
I got up to leave,
I slipped on the lichen,
Winded myself,
And the next thing I knew, I was under the freezing cold river, kicking at water, trying to find refuge. I walked up
to my tent, and turned around to smile at Vincent. I didn't feel like doing anything tomorrow. I just wanted to lay in my warm bed all day. I slipped under my covers, and closed my eyes. Enna and Tyla were already asleep. I didn't bother drying off, I was so tired, I fell asleep as soon as I closed my eyes.

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