I Know What You're Afraid Of

Chapter 19

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   I don't know why I did what I did. The others were drowning - same as her, but... no. you know what? She was closest. Yeah. That's why I did it. Well, I guess that isn't the only reason. It couldn't be because I wasn't thinking when I swam straight for her. Or when I killed it and freed her. Or when I brought her to the surface and used all my strength to keep her head above water. I wasn't thinking... about anything but her.

   The water became darker and darker with blood. One by one, they each broke the surface of the now black, water. Brad broke the big window with a lamp post, and the water rushed out. I don't understand him. He goes from the hero to the asshole like nothing ever happened. But who am I to judge? I held her tighter, grabbing onto the curtain rod, standing on the windowsill, trying not to get sucked out with the water. As it washed over the grass, it crashed against an invisible wall. Then I remembered the bird and how it did the same.

   The last of the water seeped back through the cracks in the floor. Ricky, I think, thanked Sydney, probably for blowing them up.Then, he walked over to me and offered to take Mary, so I could get down. I wasn't sure at first, but what has this kid ever done wrong since we got here? I looked down at Mary. Her lips were blue, and her face was pale. I reluctantly placed her in his arms, and hopped down. I watched Ricky closely as he placed her on the ground. He placed two fingers under her jaw, checking for a pulse. His face drained of colour, and I just about died a little. He leaned down and placed his ear next to her nose. "Her pulse is weak and she's not breathing." No. She can't go. Not like this.

   Brad stepped forward, pushing the others out of the way. I caught myself stepping closer to him, ready to push him away. But he looked at me and all I saw was sincerity. So, I backed away, but only a little. That way, if this went sideways, I'd be the first to strangle him. The second he put his lips on hers, I found it nearly impossible to keep myself from pouncing on him. But, if I did... she would die, and it would be my fault. I already carry enough guilt and regret. I don't need to add to the list. I looked around at the others. Ricky had his eyes shut, probably praying. Gina couldn't care less what happened to Mary. After all, she did try to kill her. And poor Sydney looked terrified; tears falling silently. A loud gasp of air filled the room. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. She was alive.

   

Welcome back, Marianne Faith.

*Sorry for the short chapter, but you're welcome for putting your jaw back in place :)*