A Bloody Melody (Discontinued)

Chapter Eighteen

A Bloody Melody

Chapter Eighteen

The sound was piercing. My scream stretched long and wide until it was the only thing I could hear. Everything was blocked out by the sound of my own terror. The only thing I saw was Tate’s face, his hand still reaching down towards me.

I was falling in slow motion. My hair was floating around my head. My clothes were whipping in the wind. My legs were kicking, trying to fly. My arms were reaching above me, trying to hold on to Tate, even though he was too far above me.

The wind travelled around me. If I closed my closed it would almost feel like it was carrying me. That it was protecting me. But it wasn’t. It was opening up, winding around me and letting me fall to my death. I carried on screaming. Falling.

Then it was gone. The wind. The sound.  Tate. Because I had hit the water and there was no air for me to breathe and no room for me to scream. The freezing cold temperature hit me as soon as I went under. Water made its way up my nose. Forced its way it to my mouth. Resisting the urge to let the last of my oxygen supply go I tried to think, was I dead? Had I hit the rocks, or had I missed? What about the raptor, was that still down here, somewhere?

I splashed about, deep under the water’s surface. My body was aching and the cold was trying to cramp it up. I fought. I had no idea how to swim. I tried to paddle. I tried to kick. It was useless. The wind had picked up and waves spun around and around carrying my body with them. I couldn’t tell which way was up, which way was down.

My lungs were burning. They hurt so much and it felt like I would die unless I got more oxygen in my system. But I couldn’t breathe. There was no oxygen here. I tried to stop. I did. But I opened my mouth, my brain forcing me to breathe in a lung full of air. All I got was water. I panicked and tried to breathe in more. I couldn’t see anything, I couldn’t breathe. I was dying.

My vision blurred. The strange sensation that this had happened to me before came upon me and I remembered the dream. It was like this, only in reverse. Not being able to breathe, and falling. It was real likely that I had predicted my own death, wasn’t it?

I tried to kick, but the cold, harsh water kept pulling me under. It was merciless. My skirt billowed up and twisted around my legs. My eyes opened but all I could see was the murky water. I looked for some light but there was none. I had no idea which way was up and which was down. My sense of direction had disappeared. My lungs burned and burned and I needed, I needed to breathe. I was about to inhale more of the water, I couldn’t stop.

I opened my mouth to suck in another gulp of water but the current had pushed my head up above the surface. For a second I could breathe. I coughed and coughed and tried to stay above the surface. I tried to get the water out of my lungs and fill it with air. I had been pushed under the ridge, instead of going out into the lake, where I wouldn’t be smashed by the waves. My eyes widened and I breathed in one last breath of the cold, brittle air.

For one second I relished in the sounds of the waves colliding with the rock surface. I was alive. I was breathing. I was swimming. I was above the water’s surface. My leg’s hurt but they were kicking and my arms paddling. I could do this.

Then I was pushed back under. And again I couldn’t breathe. Until I could again. Up, down, up, down, it went on like that for what felt like eternity. My body was flowing with the waves. I should have realised that this was a mistake. The first pain knocked me out of my stupor. I was way underneath the rock’s edge now, at the back of the alcove. The waves were the worst here, smashing me against the wall with a brutal force.

Once. My face collided with the cold wet surface of the rocks and my thoughts started to turn incoherent. Twice. My vision started to blur again. Three times. I truly gave up fighting then. My body had never endured so much torment before I came here. The most harm I’d ever done to myself was a couple of bruised knees. So when the rocks started to cut into my already badly damaged body I couldn’t fight anymore. A person wasn’t built to endure this much. I wasn’t built to endure this much.

The cold hard surface of the rocks came rushing back towards me and I smashed against them one more time. It felt like they were punching me right to the core of my mussels. The water carried me away and then back again. I clenched my muscles in preparation but the impact never came. Nor did the air. I was drifting further and further away from the current, under the waves, down to the bed of the lake.

The freezing water enveloped me, warming my body to its own temperature. I didn’t bother trying to kick, or fight. What would be the point? I wouldn’t be able to swim. I couldn’t do it. I was too weak. My body was too weak.

The burning sensations that I felt in my lungs, the one that told my brain to breathe in, had started to fade. The sounds faded away. Black dots clouded my eyesight. The feeling in my body ran cold. Everything stopped, everything  except for my thoughts. I savoured the last bit of oxygen that I left in my lungs and counted to three.

One.

Two.

Three.

It left me. The air bubbling up and up until it at least broke through the surface. Free at last. My body normal reaction to breathe in took over then and I gulped in a mouth full of water. It burned my lungs. Water wasn’t meant to be there. But when I took the next lung full of water it started to stop. The burning started to fade, until it wasn’t there all together. My body stop moving, instead I just floated.

I should have fought. I should have fought back, but I was too tried. That always seemed to be my excuse. I was too tired.  It was true through. I was tired. Tired of being hurt. Tired of living on my own. Tired of being told that it was my fault that my parent’s hated me. Too tired.

I couldn’t feel my body anymore. I couldn’t move. I just kept sinking, further and further down. Now that I had stopped trying I could see the last glimpse of sunshine above me. I must have floated into the lake.

I smiled.

It looked so pretty.

A black shadow cast over it and the sun disappeared. I thought I frowned but I couldn’t be sure. Something was swimming towards me with a fierce intensity. The water had started to move, instead of being calm. I had no idea what it was but for a second my mind flashed back to the ridge. The dinosaur had fallen into the lake. What if it had survived? I had. It was possible.

No, it had gotten closer now. My mind had finally started to shut down. I could feel the darkness creeping into my thoughts. Jumbling them up. I fought and looked harder at the object flying down towards me. It wasn’t a dinosaur. It was something else. Something with brown hair. Something human.

I tried to hold on. I did. I wanted to see them. But I was so tired. So I gave up. It wasn’t hard. I just let go. It was quite pleasant actually. No more worries. No more pain. No more life. The easy way out. I took it. I felt them take hold of my arm and start to pull me somewhere. But it was too late. My eyes had closed. My body had given up even if my mind hadn’t.

I died.