I woke up again with beads of sweat running down my face. A cold shiver ran down my spine as I recalled the cold, merciless water. The nightmares came again, like a stealthy and deadly fog consuming my very existence, my very soul. Ever since that day I hadn't been able to sleep without the terrorizing images flooding my mind. My first instinct was to reach for my necklace. I gripped it tightly to my chest while a flood of emotions ran through me; fear, relief, anger, self-loathing, and, worst of all, grief. I quickly reached for the family portrait. I didn't realize I was crying until I couldn't see and the tears were hitting the page, smudging the ink. I couldn't help it; there were so many emotions welling up inside me and threatening to take my sanity with them.
And now I'm here... all alone. Filled with regrets and the knowledge that maybe, just maybe if only I were stronger, faster; if only I hadn't been so insistent about getting new art supplies... maybe I could've saved them.
But I couldn't, and I can't change what happened.
But I can tell you.
YOU ARE READING
Finding Fire
Teen FictionWhat would you do if everything that you loved and everything that brought stability to your life was suddenly wrenched away from you while you could only helplessly watch? How would you survive a loss that huge? How would you refill that gaping ho...
