unrelenting.
Its latch tightens, snaking up and around my leg. I start to black out, the pain too much to take.
Push through the hurt. It’s what Celia always told me. That’s how you win a fight. That’s how you survive.
My vision spins in and out, the torment so blinding, I only catch flashes of my surroundings.
Bits of light from the ceiling zoom past me and chunks of wet sand pummel my face. I’m dragged to the opposite side of another cavern, my nails breaking and my fingertips tearing open as I snatch at the sandy floor.
There’s nothing to grip. I reach out with my force, trying to snag something—anything— to keep me in place. I barely touch what might be the top layer of the bubble when I’m hauled beneath the crumbling rock.
The impact stuns me with multiple punches to my face and body I can’t possibly brace for.
Bren howls my name. I barely hear him. I’m buried beneath the sand, the weight pressing against my chest forcing the air from my lungs.
The mixture of stone and sand beats against me, promising me death. I can’t move, the heaviness incapacitating me. I’m tugged through the rough terrain, the creature that has me reminding me that I’m not the one in control with every harsh pull.
My mouth gasps for air as I’m hauled through another pocket of space. I barely manage more than a few gulps when the painful chill of freezing water slaps my feet. I’m yanked under, into an abyss that swallows me further away and farther from Bren.
Bren. What will this thing do to him?
I kick with my good foot and flail through the frigid temperature and darkness. This thing is enjoying the ride it’s taking me on. It shakes me and moves faster, incited by my suffering and terror.
The water grows colder as I’m dunked deeper, icing my bones but failing to numb the pain. The alveoli in my lungs pop in horrid bursts, caving my ribs inward as throbbing spasms eat their way through my body.
I’m consumed by it all, the fear, the injuries, the knowledge that I may never see Bren again.
Bren…God, where is he?
I lose consciousness. For a long, long time, there’s only blackness until a warm bright light takes form in the horizon.
The pain vanishes and all I feel is peace.
This is it. This is death, calling me away from the darkness.
But it’s not my time.
I barely think the words when a tiny flicker within me sparks into glorious light.
It wakes me with a jolt. I see it, through all the emptiness I left behind, there it is, showing me the path out.
My body explodes with pain and I’m flung like trash onto the shore.
Each cough, each sputter of water, is torturous and glorious at once. I roll onto my back and prop myself into a sitting positing, slapping at my eyes to see what exactly I’m fighting.
The fight doesn’t arrive.
The limb that held me doesn’t try to snatch me away.
No evil army awaits.
It’s just me.
Whatever stole me away is gone. For now.
My body cannot consume enough air fast enough, nor does it stop screaming at me to lie down. But I can’t lie down. I can’t be vulnerable. Not if I want to live and see my family again.
My family. Do they know what’s happened?
And Bren…what’s happening to him?
My surroundings suggest I am in another smaller bubble. Like the one before, dark stone encases the perimeter. As disoriented as I am, I work through my thoughts, picturing how the creature that grabbed me moved. Down and across. Up. Down again. Into the water. And up once more. This entire underwater cavern is one giant labyrinth that leads to multiple pockets of air.
A shaky glance up proves I remain at the bottom of Tahoe. Instead of sand and more insects scurrying along, moonlight peeks through what feels like a mile away from the surface.
A fish swims by, and another. Neither bothering with me.
I’m okay with it. I’m not excited about joining them. There’s no way I can reach the surface alone. Even if I could, I’d never make it to shore without drowning. The waves are rough, and I can barely do more than tread water. Aric taught me as much last summer. He didn’t like that I didn’t know how to swim. It worried him. He was always kind.
The tears I cry from the pain morph into those of a final goodbye. No matter what happens, I know Aric will take care of