"I remember drowning to death, gargling iced water with hands clasped around my neck to keep me under. I remember the feeling of my lungs filling with the ocean and the taste of salt and I remember my face bobbing up, barely catching a breath before being forced back down. I remember struggling, I remember the splashing and the kicking and seeing my own blood from a gash in my left thigh form a cloud of red as I tried so desperately to get away... I remember the choking sound I made before everything went black and I released myself into what I thought was the end..."
The lady in the seat across from me is jotting everything down. I believe her name is Barbara. Her job is simply to write down all the details. Mine is to recap them for her. I take a sip of water, the IV attached to my wrist catches when I set the glass down. It tastes like how a hospital smells. You know, antiseptic. Clean.
"It wasn't meant to go that far. I loved him, I didnt mean for it to get out of hand. I didnt mean for her to be so angry with me.. I didnt mean for them to get hurt. I didnt mean to... Kill her....I didn't."
YOU ARE READING
Strange
Teen FictionAlice is a shy girl. She's quiet, reserved, some even go far enough to say she's mute. She sits in the back of the class, finishes her work and goes unnoticed by most, covering her secrets well. Almost well enough for no one to catch on.
