The water lapping against my body was a welcome feeling. I was so warm and it offered a little bit of relief, just a little. Opening my eyes, I tried to take in my surroundings and figure out where I was. Think back Charlotte I thought, the fog that encompassed my mind trying to thin itself and let memories seep through but they were patchy. A phone, a gold dress, pre going out cocktails, a text, a man and then… then… then nothing. Frustrated I sit up and look at my wrists for any stamps or signs of where I have been but they are plain except for a small scrape on my inner palm. Did I fall over? Running my hands over the rest of my body, I look for any more injuries, I have a bruise forming on my knee and a deep cut on my right hip, its tidy and clean, more like an incision then a cut. I place my hands on the floor and start to push myself up before a sharp stabbing pain rushes through my wrists and I fall back down, its jarred. Definitely fell down.
We, as Guardians of the Insculpo, have been fighting for peace since the beginning of time. We have seen destruction, jubilation, evolution and so much more incredible and scary things that are beyond explanation-all at the hands of the human race. We chose your planet because whilst you have the ability to create amazing things, to cure diseases that should be fatal and survive worldwide diseases such as the black plague, small pox and come out stronger on the other end but your inability to control your emotions prevents you from truly excelling.
I have always been obsessed with the pin up style. Youtuber CherryDollFace channel is probably the most watched on my YouTube list. However, as I am not a big fan of people looking at me, I very rarely have the confidence to don the big red lips which would make me stand out from the crowd albeit for the right reasons – until now.
He’s gone. There one moment, vanished the next. My friend that I had cherished, loved and confided in for the last year. There was no warning, I hadn’t seen any boxes, nor had he told me about the move, not that he’s really speaking to me right now but you’d think he would let me know something this big. Sitting on the window seat we used to share, I stare out at the climbing frame that looked so lonely amongst the green, the memories of our time playing on it. The hours we’ve spent on the swings or going down the slide, the garden was always full of laughter but now it just looked desolate.
‘Paralysed in fear’, a phrase I’ve heard my mother say a lot when describing the fight or flight response. Basically, when you’re presented with a situation that induces fear, you will naturally want to fight or run. I was the latter in a sense and often found myself unable to move. At first I thought this would only happen in ‘real’ situations such as a fight in the school yard, witnessing something violent or anything that would require me to run. I never thought that they fear would spread to my sleep aswell.
The sound of shuffled footsteps made Sergeant Charles Atwell jump, the remnants of a war not quite over plagued him, he knew he had to move or risk a repeat of last night. Pulling himself up from the hard floor, he winced as his amputation scar reacted to the cold air. He pulled his jacket tighter, pushing the hollow sleeve into the torn pocket to try and stop any more air blowing up it and started walking. It was going to be a long time before he could find a warm shelter, he thought back to his life in the army.
Michael clung on to the edge of the ship with all his strength, the large waves crushing his body and loosening his grip each time they hit the boat. He felt his hand slipping; he couldn’t hold on for much longer, he was going to die.
Once he hit the water Michael continued to sink in the direction of the ship. The vacuum caused by the sinking vessel was dragging him in and removing chance of rescue. Looking down, his blurred eyes just made out someone – or something in front of him – that couldn’t be real, could it?
Swimming from the sea floor in the direction of the ship, was what looked like a human. It swum smoothly, not needing air at all, like a fish. Stopping when it met his eye, it passed him apparatus he did not recognize; she motioned for him to put it in his mouth. With nothing to lose Michael did and immediately his burning lungs took in oxygen and he could breathe.
Dragging him to the seas surface, she waited until he found nearby debris to float on, and then disappeared. Frantically searching, he saw only a single opening oyster to show she had ever been there as the flashlight of the rescue ship circled around him.