Novel & Cerita Sink Me In The River At Dawn

Fucking Sierra Jane is messing with my mind and turning me on just by thinking of last night. I can't believe myself, I am late and totally left everyone hanging when I was the one suggesting everyone not to party hard or drink too much before the performance and final session and here I am the only one who have drunk too much, the fucking hangover killing me and top of that to fuck Sierra, though I not regretting it one bit.

Meals were brought to me three times a day, but the place felt like it had been forgotten by the outside world. That night, Rosie appeared in a silk nightgown. Her beautiful face was bare of makeup as she gazed at me with a look of tender sorrow. “Evan, don’t blame me for this! I had no choice but to do things this way to make sure nothing went wrong!” Her eyes shimmered with tears. Her pitiful expression was designed to tug at the heartstrings of any man.

MIRA I watch the river swallow him whole. I’m helpless. For a heartbeat, I stand there paralyzed, shaking, breath trapped somewhere between my ribs and throat. Dark spirals move on the surface of the river, already pulling Adrian away. Is he alive? Is he dead? I don’t know. I only know he’s injured. Then I move. I don’t think, don’t care that the water looks like the mouth of something ancient and hungry. I just jump. The cold slaps like a punishment. Like a thousand knives carving straight into my bones.

For one glorious, horrifying moment, I know the gods heard my prayers. Angela is gone. But I don’t stop. I drive to the bridge, driving the car over the edge, and letting it sink into the black water below. Then I dive, swimming out before the unforgiving river drags me under. I come up for air, and the river swallows the sound of my breathing. Heavy rain still hits the surface of the river; my hands tremble as I kick against the current and drag myself toward the reeds. I crawl onto the shore, soaked and gasping, heart hammering.

Since a killer is running loose in WhiSare, I will find him, make him pay and keep my friends safe. “I think my motives are none of your business,” I replied finally. She glanced at me again and said nothing but she nodded and I caught the respect in her eyes. “Fine. Your choice. Down Hills is a long way off though, if you don’t want to talk about your motives then you should sleep. We’ll probably get to Down Hills by midmorning.” Dawn was fast dispersing. The dashboard clock read 7: 03 am. Clouds were already gathering in the sky. I had slept late but I didn’t feel sleepy.

I swirl in the water looking for what kind of creature it could be and thinking what a dumb idea it was coming into the water in the first place. Deciding I was a moron I made to head back to shore when something touches me again. I spread my arms ready to swim when a hand from beneath the water grips my ankle and roughly pulls me under. I struggle to break free, but the hand has a hold of me and is dragging me further and further under. I hold my breath and thrash to get loose but now I can't even see the surface of the water. I’m surrounded by darkness, drowning. Opening my eyes a dim light appears before me, and with that light comes the glow of a figure. ‘Rhett’ The female figure speaks

NAMIKO I woke up before dawn, hoping to avoid Annabeth. This was the best I could do after my failed attempt to make Arya understand. I grabbed fresh clothes and headed to the river for a quick wash. The river was quiet when I arrived, and the sky was still dark. The water looked still, the surface barely rippling, like it was holding its breath. I slipped my sandals off, dropping the clothes I brought to the side, then getting rid of the one I had on, already bracing myself for the cold, when my gaze landed on something.

It hit me that Patrick had only survived because Victoria, a strong swimmer, had pushed the plank out of his way. No wonder he made it until the rescue team arrived. As that realization dawned on me, I accidentally inhaled too much water. My body convulsed with the sharp pain, and I felt my consciousness fading before I could reach the boat. ... When I opened my eyes again, I found myself staring at the ceiling of a hospital room. A moment later, a nurse walked up to my bedside. She asked gently, "You're awake! Are you feeling any pain or discomfort?" I shook my head slowly and murmured, "Just a little dizzy."

I had screamed and begged, yet no one came to my aid. A massive wave hit, and the impact dislocated my arm. My limb hung at a twisted angle, blood dripping from my wrist onto the yacht's exterior. My cries grew weaker until I fell completely silent. Zachary abruptly shut off the footage. Color drained from his face as he kept muttering to himself, "This is fake, right? It has to be fake…" His voice wavered, stripped of its usual confidence. Trembling uncontrollably, he quavered in disbelief, "How could this happen? Sierra was a top-tier diver! How could she just die like that?"

I screamed, running toward the railing. Her car hung suspended for one terrible moment before plummeting into the churning waters of Moonstone River below. I was already climbing over the railing when strong hands pulled me back. "You can't jump!" Travis Walker shouted. "The current's too strong! You'll both die!" I struggled against his grip. "Let me go! She's drowning!" "Call the Timber Ridge Rescue Squad!" Travis yelled to the gathering crowd. Reality crashed over me. Travis was right. The Moonstone River was notorious for its deadly currents. If I jumped, I'd only add another body to recover.