The last thing Kaia Monroe recalled before everything changed was the extreme cold. The type of cold that could not be recovered from with blankets or breath to warm the hands.. That was the cold of the bone deep stillness of the lake. It was the way the air stilled with the night holding its breath as she stepped off the dock.
At this point, she now remembers
Silence.
And then water.
In essence, the gentle embrace of water enveloped her entire being, in a drowning situation, one where life should have slipped away. Without doubt, she didn't leave this world.
Clawing her way to life, she found herself gasping for air and hitting the rocks – burning like coals – eyes flecked with rage and skin as pale as frost. Pounding through life, her heartbeat stagnated – breath untouched by warmth. And looking into the depths, there was a figure. The girl who emerged bore no resemblance to the Kaia who had submerged beneath the surface.
It left no doubt, Kaia Monroe had shed her humanity like a snake sheds its skin.
It's been three days ever since she had named the so called 'resurrection'. In her mind this was an accident, in reality close to the opposite – primitive or ambitious sister, sane brute for a best friend, and a day dreaming school counselor for a sympathy bound phone call.
Plus- the thing is, none of them know she's defied death.
She failed to express that nothing crossed her mind, no sleep was taken, no food was consumed, not even a blink while listening to everything, every single sound. Even the faintest sound of a cat just across the street and even the creaking of the bark of a tree deep inside a forest, along with the thunderous rhythm of blood gushing in arteries that did not belong to her. Something had indeed transpired in that lake. Something old and something that was constantly on hold and the now gap for release.
Irritated about the deceased and close-mouthed dinner preparational words from her mother, separated only a breath from what had crossed each others lips -
You are late, the boom of the tremors from vietnam being some half-shared on the way were lingering on her tongue, Raine.