Abigail's POV
If anyone ever says they think getting shipwrecked is fun. They're wrong. It's not fun. In fact it's a nightmare.
A living nightmare in which my family by choice is no where to be seen and probably in danger.
See, us peculiars we're not the luckiest people.
Although we probably should have seen it coming that the old and damaged formerly ship wrecked boat we'd stolen from the ocean wouldn't last long.
Which leads us to where I am now. Alone, cold, and wandering around some continent, or maybe it's just a really big island. The only person who I managed not to get separate from is Claire.
It's probably safe to say she's more scared than I am. Although, no matter what my body language and facial expressions tell you, I am infact scared too.
I have no idea where we are or if we are safe, or if any of the other peculiars are safe, like my brother Jacob and his girlfriend, or my boyfriend Enoch. Or any of the others that I've grown to consider family.
We also don't know how many hollogasts are still left, how many hollows didn't go to Blackpool, and how many whites didn't get the memo.
Right now Claire and I are stuck. And as much as I want to make finding others my priority if that is even going to be a possibility, survival needs to be my only focus. That is at least until both Claire and I are no longer starving, shivering, wet, dehydrated, sick, or lost.
Neither of us have many possessions. We only have our clothes, each other, and the pocket watch necklace my Grandfather had sent with Jacob when he came back for us.
YOU ARE READING
Parapsychology (MPHFPC)
FanfictionSequel to 'Raven' ~ Parapsychology (par•uh•sahy•kol•uh•jee) noun the branch of psychology that deals with the investigation of purportedly psychic phenomena. ~ " I don't blame them. Xenophobia is, at this point a trait most everyone has. It's not t...
