The wind whiped at my face, as the air encompassed my body in a salty mildew cocoon. The rain began falling then, a sudden, harsh start, soaking me through."PERRY!" I shouted, though without much success. I began walking again, forcing one foot in front of the other as I walked against the waves. With my sweet little kitten in mind, I trugged forward, my body full of pain, and mind filled with regret. I couldn't lose her like I've lost the others. Numerous of my docile animals have disappeared, just up and vanished. I've tried my best not to lose this one. My eyes watered at the thought of her, mixing the hot streaks with the cold rain. I raised my right hand to shield my face from the water, giving my eyes time to adjust to the static-like weather. A massive wave surged forward, catching my feet and pulling me down, practically yanking me into the awaiting water. I choked and attempted to get on my feet, only to be trapped once again in the chopy, dark water. I felt myself struggling for air, trying anything to get above the surface. I had large hands grasp at the back of my sweater, pulling me up and out of the water. Still not able to breath, I begin gagging on the swallowed salt water. The large hands drag me backwards onto the grainy sand. I reach up, choking attempting to get the stranger's attention. Finally, with release, they begin pounding away on my fragile back, and I started coughing as the water resurfaced from my lungs. Wheezing and gasping for the much needed air, I hold my hands to my chest. Raindrops pattered my face as I stare up into the sky. Fright overtook me as I bolt up into a sitting position. I look around frantically for the person who had saved me, only to be met with impending darkness. I crawl a few feet more onto the bank and slowly lift myself up.
An hour before
The child moved forward in the house, her bright orange hair trailing behind her. Analia, dressed in a white shirt and light green, tattered shorts, reached a pale hand out to pick up one of the delicate fruits off of the marble counter. The counter, being one of the distinct features of the kitchen, held a large stainless steel sink directly in the middle of the marbled top, sunken deep into it like a vast cavern. Pulling the fruit to her mouth, about to sink her teeth into the soft skin of the pear, she paused, aware of the eyes that were boring into the back of her skull. Her eyes darted around and her body moved like a whip, fast and sure. Periwinkle, the short-haired russian blue kitten Analia's foster parents had let her adopt, sat on one of the smooth, hard red plastic chairs in the kitchen, staring wide eyed at her owner. Ana sighed, and walked forward to pet the tiny mammal. The kitten flinched and Ana's hand jerked back to her body. She began to slowly reach her hand out again and scooped up Perry with one hand, holding her close to her chest. Cooing to the cat, she walked towards the counter once more, taking a small bite out of the juicy fruit and petting the little kittens ear with her thumb.
