30

Elita

Not again. I scream inside my head as the ‘thing’ swims closer to me.

Instinctively, my limbs start moving in the water and I swim towards the surface. The wounds in my side and thigh open again and blood starts flowing in the water.

But I can’t stop to care. I need to get out before that ‘thing’—whatever it is—gets to me.

The moment my head emerges from the lake, I gasp for air. The energy in my limbs drops, leaving my legs and arms heavy.

That’s when I notice it—A light graze of something sharp on my ankle.

I shriek, shaking my legs wildly to move away, but those sharp claws dig into my flesh and pull me down.

“ Dustin.” I yell, my eyes lifting to the window.

But he is not there now.

The water around me turns colder at the sudden thought in my head.

He left me in here.

Whatever is holding my leg, pulls and I am forced under water again.

I shake my head, the heel of my left foot colliding with a face. A low shriek sounds in the water, surprising me.

The hold on my