Water Worlds

Chapter 2

I'm sitting on the beach alone. It's dark out now. Wait, I went home already, how did I get here? I set down my notebook and stare at the water slowly hitting the shore, the tide is lower now. There's a large rock a bit to the left in front of me, it's dry, along with the sand around it. I've seen it before but never in its entirety, it's usually completely covered during high tide which is during the day when I'm usually here. Then, I hear a voice.
"The water, it's so beautiful." The voice says, I can't pinpoint where it's coming from.
"Yeah, who are you?" I ask.
"The ocean, it calls to you." The voice responds, I look around for a while. I reply once I finally see the person, they stand a couple of yards away, it's too dark to see any facial features but it looks like they have a hat on. That's a bit strange since it's a hot summer night. I decide to answer this person's questions since they likely won't answer mine.
"It is a lovely sight." I reply.
"You've always wanted to touch the sea, but you never have." The stranger says.
"Yeah." I reply.
"why don't you go for a swim?" They ask.
"I can't, I'm allergic to the water." I say. The stranger starts walking forward, toward the large rock.
"How do you know it will hurt if you've never even touched it?" They asked me. I stood up to step towards them to keep talking.
"I have touched the water, I shower and it burns more the longer I'm in it." I tell them. They step onto the rock.
"That is not the same." They tell me. "Come with me." They continue, reaching a hand out to me as I stand a few feet away from the rock.
"No." I say, my voice shaking for some reason. The water quickly starts to rise to cover the rock again, I quickly run backward away from the water as the rock starts sinking into the sea again at a rapid pace. I watch, as the rock is covered and when the water finally hits the stranger's feet, they outstretch their arms and fall backward into the waves. The water is still rising and I turn to run forward to go faster, the water still following me. I trip on the soft sand as I run, cursing myself for being that girl who trips in a horror movie, then the water touches my foot.
I quickly sit up in my bed, panting and covered in sweat. I look around my room and get up. It was all a dream. I walk to the bathroom and fill a paper cup with water, a small bit overflowing onto my hand. I dry it off with a paper towel and surprisingly take comfort in the fact that the water tingles on my hand. If I hadn't dried it off, my hand would eventually burn, and then eventually, after that, it'll leave a mark. My inability to wash my hands for too long is why I can't even go to a real school. I go back to my room and go back to bed.