The Cut On Her Neck

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"Okay, cool!" Anthony replied with a smile. I felt my face go even redder than before. "So what would you like to tell me about the ocean and your dream?"

"Rose told you?"

"Yup, she texted me last evening."

"She can't keep her mouth shut," I replied annoyed. Anthony just laughed. He looked so cute and carefree when he laughed. I was kind of like I was dreaming about the perfect guy sitting in front of me. Eventually, I snapped out of my wandering daydream and into reality.

"Okay, thanks for trying to help me, let's get started," I said, because I was so eager to get it over with. I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of him. "Okay. So tell me about your love for water," he replied sweetly.

"So when I was younger, I've always loved water. Whether it was the beach or pool I loved swimming. But, lately, I have been feeling like I can't live without water, and I need it to survive," I told him, pouring out my feelings.

"Hmm okay, I'll keep that in mind. Tell about your dream."

"I had a dream last night that I was swimming in the ocean when I saw a pretty shell necklace on the sea floor. I swam over and tried to put it on, but I got tangled in my hair. I yanked it free but in ended up slicing my throat. And then I woke up with this cut on my neck!" I said, pointing to my gash on my neck.

"Woah," Anthony said, "Are you sure that cut is because of your dream? Or maybe you got it rolling around."

"That's what I thought, too. But it was the exact cut like in my dream and nothing on my bed could have made that gash."

"Yeah good point. I think you should study closely about what's happening to you. If you have another dream or crave something weird, text me," he said handing me a slip of paper with his phone number scribbled on it.

"Thanks," I said looking into his blue-green beautiful eyes. I blushed and quickly looked away.

"See you Thursday!" he said, walking out the door. "See you!" I called back, grinning.

During the car ride home, I felt lovestruck, and I asked if we could go to the beach really quick. "Mom, can we stop by the beach for a few minutes? I have my swimsuit under my clothes."

Yes, I know it's weird. I do have my swimsuit underneath my clothes everyday. I'm so desperate for the ocean. I love and breath water no matter what.

My sister's think it's weird too, that's why only my family knows. I don't want to risk getting teased in school.

"Honey, you know your sisters are home alone. I can't leave them there for a long time. Plus, you have schoolwork to get onto," my mom said, crushing my dreams.

"Please? Pretty please? I really want to go, and you know how much I love swimming! Just for five minutes?" I pleaded.

I beg a lot. I mean a lot. My mom takes pity on me and she usually gives in after a bit of pleading.

"No we need to, well, ugh, okay fine. But just five minutes!" she called after me.

I ran towards the sand, kicking of my shoes and throwing my clothes. I jumped in the water, clear and pristine, and started swimming.

Suddenly, my cut on my neck was glowing a bright aqua color, I kept staring at it.

I was trying to cover it, not wanting my mom to see. What's wrong with me?

I continued swimming and it kept glowing brighter and brighter by the minute.

I tried to ignore it, but I just couldn't.

What was happening to me?