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Drag The Lake

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You can drag the lake, but you won’t find me.” The Amity Affliction



The night was almost blissfully quiet.

Mai Taniyama took a deep inhale of the sweet air, hearing the cicadas drone in the heat of the evening and she waited for the twilight to fade into deep darkness before she pulled out a flashlight and a map.

Wait. Why on earth would she have a map?

And a flashlight? She tried to carry as little as possible at all times. Those were luxuries.

Shrugging it off as the dream she knew it to be, she followed the map away from the lakeshore through the trees, and just as soon as her feet hit asphalt did she realize just what was happening.

 

She didn’t hear the car.

She felt the car slamming into her hip with a sickening crunch of delayed pain, the impact throwing her a couple of yards down the road.

Unable to scream, Mai heard the car screech to a stop, the woman screaming in panic when she approached, only to start sobbing when she saw Mai’s mangled form on the pavement.

Mai watched the woman’s face go blank as she turned around and went back to the car and with a whimper, Mai tried to brace herself for what she knew was next.

 

The car’s ignition rolled over once before the car purred back to life.  And then...

 

Agony.

 

Oh god.

 

Eugene went through this?!

 

All she felt was terrified agony when the front tires hit her ribs before she found herself waking back up to the safety of her own futon.

Curling into herself, she screamed into her first sob before her body felt the delayed onset of post-vision pain and nausea. It was all she could to drag herself to the toilet and heave the night’s dinner into it.

Letting the toilet hold her weight, she panted into the bowl and flushed it only to feel the leftover tenderness that came with those types of visions. Reaching up, she flicked on the room light and twisted to sit on the cool tile.

 

Breathe.

 

Slowly.

 

Just like she had practiced the last time this happened. Now to survey the damage.

Bruises that she now knew to as tire tread stood out stark against porcelain skin, a mottled mess of black and purple. Her work shift would be interesting, she could admit that much.

 

The worst part?

Mai huffed, leaning her head against the nearest wall and breathing through the wave of pain, now manageable if she just took her time and breathed slowly.

The worst part was that there wasn't anyone she could call. 

She didn't even own a mobile.