^ Sky being perfect ^

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Everything stilled. I don't think anyone even breathed.

Jameson's eyes were transfixed on the picture of the man who had attacked us both. But my sentence had only been five months, Jameson had four years experience with this viper. So I turned around, took control of the mouse and exited off the page.

Jameson's eyes seemed to get lost, as if he didn't know what to look at. Suddenly, his eyes became vacant, and I felt a role reversal between us, in which I would tend to his malicious memories, just as he had done to calm me down.

I squeezed his hand. "He isn't here right now, Jameson. It's okay." I told him softly. Jameson didn't respond.

"There's got to be a reason why the same person who abducted Jameson eleven years ago did the same thing to Sky all these years later." Harry spoke up, and I turned to face him, seeing him scratch his mop of blond hair. It reminded me sweetly of Carter. But I quickly blocked out that thought.

"Are there any links?" I asked Harry, who, unlike Jameson, who stood frozen in his spot, was being attentive.

"Are the times the same? The people who helped him? The place maybe?" Harry stared at me as I spurted out questions.

"Well, where was Jameson abducted to?" I asked Harry, even though I was sure that a part of me knew.

"Yorkshire." Harry responded, moving away from his desk to walk over to another filing cabinet. He tapped the top of it. I frowned.

"We have all our research on that particular group in here; Jameson's abduction is in this room somewhere." Harry told me. I nodded.

"Add my abduction to it." I instructed him.

Harry frowned. "But we don't even know if they connect." He objected. I was about to respond when someone else spoke up.

"They do." Harry and I both turned around to face Jameson. He wasn't looking at anything in particular, but instead of his eyes looking vacant, they looked as if they were planning a million vengeance plans at once.

I frowned. "What?" I asked him, rubbing my thumb across his knuckles as if to prompt him.

"There's a link between my abduction and your abduction." He told us. I was about to ask him to elaborate when his jaw clenched, his fist—that wasn't entwined with my hand—clenched.

"I'm going to kill him." He seethed.

"Who?" I asked him. "Kill who?"

Jameson smashed the table with his fist and I jumped backwards. "That criminal." He spat, seeming to be gesturing to the computer, but the man's details were no longer on the screen.

"Why?" I asked. Jameson's eyes flickered over to mine and my lips parted in shock. Because his eyes were full of pure fury.

"Because of what he did to you." He told me. I watched him carefully.

"But how do our abductions connect because of him?" I asked Jameson. His battle face seemed to fall. He retreated from the computer, his anger fizzling out slowly. He held his head down low.

I squeezed his hand to offer him comfort.

"He abducted you because of me." He told me. I froze. I didn't know what that meant. God, what does that mean?

"I–" he paused and seemed to be deep in thought for a while. "I upset him—did something he didn't like. And he got his revenge." He said, looking over at me.

"I'm his revenge?" I asked. Jameson nodded and looked away.

"What did you do to upset him?" Jameson clenched his jaw once more.

"It doesn't matter." But my stupid mouth wouldn't stay shut.

"Yes, it–"

"Sky!" Jameson yelled and punched the desk. I jumped and then recoiled backwards, letting go of his hand. Jameson turned his head, looking at the hand that had been enclosed in mine. He clenched it by his side.

"Can we just let it go?" He demanded, voice weary as he pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes closed.

"Yeah, man, that's cool." Harry responded as I stared at Jameson wordlessly. Jameson looked up at me, watching me, waiting for some kind of response to what just happened. But I had none. I didn't know if I was scared of him or if I knew I could trust him. I didn't know what to do.

"Is there anything else you need?" Harry asked. Jameson's eyes didn't move from me as he responded.

"I don't think so. But if we need something, we'll come back." Jameson informed him without breaking our eye contact.

"I agree." I spoke up and Jameson rose an eyebrow. "We're done here." Jameson's eyes narrowed as I spoke my response. Then I swivelled around and strode out of Harry's office.

"Alright then, see you around." Harry's voice was a distant echo in the past as I reached the end of the corridor. Then I got lost.

"Crap." I muttered to myself as I stomped my foot in annoyance.

Jameson soon reached me. "Sky." He spoke just as I asked, "Where do we go now?"

Jameson shook his head as if shaking away whatever he would've said had I not interjected. He pointed to a door in front of me and I reached out to open it. The handle was tough as I struggled with it, and I thought I heard Jameson saying something, but I wasn't paying attention, and then it felt as if my entire wrist had fallen apart.

I yelped in pain and clutched my injured wrist to my chest.

"Sky!" Jameson shouted. "Are you okay?" He asked, worry jarring his words. He tried to reach out toward me, but I jolted backwards.

"I'm fine. Just open the damn door." I instructed him. He stared at me for a few moments longer before reaching out to open the door. Once open, Jameson gestured for me leave first. I simply cradled my wrist against my chest and brushed past him to walk out of the dark corridor.

Once we got into the main building, it became apparent that it was currently lunch time. Usually, if you couldn't tell from the pleasant whiff of freshly cooked chips, you could tell by the amount of times you'd get shoved to the side by people rushing to get to the line first. And I got shoved real hard.

My shoulder bone bashed into the wall and I cringed in pain, though it was something I could take. Especially since my wrist was now pulsing. I turned to look behind me, seeing that the person who had shoved me remained unaffected, as if it hadn't even happened. But someone had noticed.

"Watch it." Jameson seethed as he reached out and grabbed the guys arm, yanking the boy towards his body with such force that I feared the guy's arm would tear off.

I rolled my eyes and walked away, not in the mood for a fight. Jameson soon caught up to me, though.

"Sky–"

"Do you ever feel like certain people give you headaches after you spend too long with them?" I asked, interrupting whatever he was about to say. He appeared taken aback for a while as we continued down the corridor, going nowhere in particular.

"I guess." He shrugged.

"And you know how sometimes you need space from those certain people? Just to relieve your headache?" I continued. Jameson frowned, opening his mouth to comment. Then he shut it.

We walked for a moment longer before he spoke up. "Where are you going?" Jameson asked.

"Away from you." Jameson seemed shocked by my bluntness. I stopped walking to turn to face him.

I sighed, running a hand down my face. "Just give me a few minutes, okay?" He stared back at me.

I waved my phone over at him. "I've got my phone in case anything happens." I assured him.

Then I spun around and left. As I walked away, I heard him shouting all kinds of worried warnings at me, but I didn't really care. He let me go, though—I guess he wanted to redeem himself from the amount of stress he had caused me today.

So I walked. And, soon, I found myself walking across the muddy ground next to the pond. Last time I had been this close to the pond, I had been involved in a memorial for Carter. I sighed, stopping to watch the gentle ripples of the lake in the wind. Everything was relaxing if you just stopped for a second to realise it.

But I shouldn't have stopped. Because, suddenly, my body was flying through the wind. I had been shoved. But I didn't have any land to fall onto. Instead, I went crashing into the body of water.

The shock left me in a frantic whirlwind for a while, but then the reality hit me. I can't swim. Yes, I, Sky Forest, aged seventeen, cannot swim.

The water wrapped it's fingers around my ankles like tangles of seaweed, and seemed to be dragging me under what was once a gentle current of nothingness. But now it was fierce.

I had no escape. I had told Jameson to give me time. And now I'm drowning.

I'm going to die.
I'm going to–

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Have to update three times tomorrow bc I have no time today

:)

Idk why I don't just stick to my schedule it stresses me out more doing it all at the same time

When you realise you have work tomorrow so where's the time to edit

In Narnia

Great another chance for me to get lost in my wardrobe

-wait what

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Next update: some time this year
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CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE SPOILER:

Does Sky survive?

(well that was easy enough)