The Monster he had always been

‘What are you doing here?"

I gasped.

The silence was broken by the voice that slightly echoed inside the school’s natatorium. The air was thick and muggy, and yet I couldn’t make myself dive into the cool water—of the same pool where Sandra Andersen died. I knew that it was thoroughly cleaned by the caretakers, and yet there was an eerie feeling crawling up my skin to the sides of my face. Like cold whispers urging me to jump—to see what was waiting for me underneath it.

To see if she was still underneath it.

I turned in the direction of the voice. My face paled with fear. My body was trembling. In my mind, Sandra was still there. Floating. Dead.

Then, in a flash of a second, I saw myself in the water. My glassy eyes stared blankly at me, blank and empty.

Like a broken doll.

My knees suddenly collapsed, and I fell to the floor, shaking. I panicked, and my lips trembled as sobs emerged from my throat. I was too weak and terrified to move. I didn’t know why I came here. I didn’t know w