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It had been 3 days since Sam had been to the boardwalk.

He never had a real reason not to go though, it might've just been an unconscious fear that whatever had happened before would happen again.

For the past 3 days Sam had done nothing but eat, sit and read comic books, take a bath, throw grandpa's newest 'present' into the closet, and go to sleep.

Though this was similar to Sam's old schedule, it still worried his mother that he was going to become unsociable like he once was.

Lucy finally convinced Sam to come with her to the boardwalk to help her find a job in one of the near by shops.

He finally gave in, he had been so bored... he couldn't even hang out with Michael because he'd apparently gotten a job for a trash collector.

His older brother had told him it would only be for a short amount of time "once he had enough money" he'd said, enough money for what though?

Sam sighed staring out the window as his mother drove the short way to the boardwalk, it seemed so different during the day.

The normally depressing dark beach was now filled with life while the normally overly populated amusement park was lifeless, apparently it didn't even open until around 4PM.

Sam walked with his mother to find a 'help wanted' sign, as they walked he noticed the place where he'd seen the mysterious entity, without thinking he had stopped to just stare as if he expected for the handsome man to appear out of thin air once more.

He didn't.

Sam's mother stopped walking when she noticed her son whom had been staring at what she assumed was the beach "honey you can go to the beach if you'd like while I look around a little bit, I'll come get you if I find anything" she said smiling encouragingly for her son to go socialize.

The young Emerson nodded but was hesitant, he didn't want to be alone in case that 'thing' happened again, at least if he was with someone they could prove if he was imagining it or not.

He watched his mother walk away before walking down the 4 blue wooden steps that led down to the beach, it looked like a regular old beach.

Women on their stomachs in little bikinis, children with floaties in the water and on the beach making sand castles, fat men laying on their back while their bellies turn red.

Nothing special.

Sam walked to the edge of the water, he didn't take much notice to the water licking at his shoes.

He began walking down the beach, just thinking; thinking about Santa Carla, about his brother, about his mother, about the weird things his grandfather made him, the strange innocent looking blond he'd met, and finally the strange handsome blond who'd appeared to him.

That had been the first time anyone who wasn't a relative had told him that they loved him... he had been hoping that experience would've been more heart fluttering and stomach flipping but it was more like stomach dropping to his ass and heart shooting up into his throat.

The teen looked up confusedly when he finally seemed to realize he heard no voices, he didn't even hear any seagulls, he'd walked so far that the beach was void of all life.

The only notable thing he saw was a mound of rocks in the distance, it had to have been about a hundred or more yards away.

As he drew closer, he spotted a small opening... a cave maybe?

The cave was still a good ways away before he heard something... "HELP!"

It was girl's voice, a little girl's voice, crying out for help.

Sam looked around rapidly and spotted the girl, she was splashing about in the water "PLEASE! HELP! I CAN'T SWIM!" She screamed as she splashed about.

Without much thought, Sam ran into the water, his shoes immediately filled with water when he became ankle deep.

Should've taken the shoes off, but it was too late for that now.

As Sam got deeper and deeper he could feel his clothes filling with water and dragging him down, he ignored it all the same.

All he could hear was the little girl's cries, he swam closer and closer, hope filling him when he spotted the pale girl.

She had curled brown hair and she didn't appear to be wearing normal bathing suit... it looked like the kind someone would wear in victorian times but the male didn't care.

He reached for the girl's hand, instead of his hand clasping tightly around the small fingers, his hand flew right through the hand as if it were nothing more than mist.

Sam gasped in horror seeing the transparency of the girl, he backed off abit and realized while she screamed, she wasn't even looking at him as if he weren't there.

"No!" Sam cried out when he saw her begin to sink beneath the surface, her cries became mere gurgled bubbles that rose to the surface before disappearing.

The teen gasped, he took in a deep breathe before bursting through the surface of the water, head fully submerged, his eyes burned as the salty water hit his corneas.

He knew his eyes would bug him later and be blood shot but he didn't care, the biggest problem was... the girl was gone.

Sam knew for a fact there was no way she could've sunk that fast... she just disappeared as if she hadn't been there.

Sam pulled his head out and looked around as if looking for a sign of the girl but nothing...

Was she even really there?

Why was this happening?

...Was he going crazy?

She seemed so real, so solid until he'd actually tried to touch her.

Sam dragged himself back to shore, he panted heavily as he crawled onto the beach in exhaustion.

His arm and leg muscles burned with the effort it had taken to swim with the water filled clothes and shoes, which had added dead weight.

He just flopped down onto his back, panting heavily and just staring up at the sky trying to figure out was happening to him.

But for some reason he just couldn't concentrate on it, he just didn't want to think anymore...

After a few minutes he finally pulled himself to his feet and walked back down the beach, as he approached a more populated area he could feel the eyes boring into him.

The main population was adults and kids so most of the adults were staring at him with suspicious eyes, probably assuming he was some punk who did something stupid.

But it wasn't something stupid!

Well it wasn't stupid but... it was worse then stupid, it was insane.

As he walked up the wooden blue stairs from whence he came, he wondered how he would explain to his mother why he was all wet.

Oh you know, jumped in the ocean to save a girl who wasn't even there and nearly drowned, you know the usual.

God this sucked... he was gonna have to throw out these shoes now too...

He finally spotted his mother talking to a man who was slightly taller then her, he spotted them through the large glass window of a store that said 'Max Videos' on the sign above.

Sam groaned, this would be awkward.

He stepped up to the door and pushed it open, causing the bell to ring, announcing his entrance.

The teen didn't step inside, not wanting to make the store's floor wet aswell, so he just stood in the entrance way, holding the door open.

He heard a small gasp and watched as his mother walked over to him "honey are you alright? Why are you all wet?" she shot out questions left and right trying to find out if her son was damaged in anyway.

And he was, only emotionally and possibly mentally... but she didn't need to know that.

"Mom I'm fine... er... I was just walking along the beach and some kids were running and accidentally pushed me is all" he explained giving a small smile to reassure her.

Smooth Emerson, very quick.

His mother seemed to relax when she began to believe the lie "well... anyway, this is Jeremy, he watches the store during the day" she explained "He says theres an opening and to come back later tonight to meet the owner, Max" she said unable to mask the slight excitement in her voice.

"Aw thats great mom!" her son said smiling back at her, excited for his mother, he wished he could hug her.

Sam sneezed loudly into his arm "I'm very sorry but I think we ought to be getting home" Lucy said looking worriedly at Sam "Take a nice bath and I'll make you some soup" she said smiling at him in a motherly way.

The teen blushed shyly at the childish way his mother was treating him in front of someone else, but he couldn't argue, that sounded really nice right now.

"well come on honey" she said taking the wet and now wrinkly hand, leading the teen to the car.

Sam hesitated not wanting to get sand all over the seat "its fine dear we'll clean it later" she said with another one of her motherly smiles.

He nodded softly before sliding in the car.

He felt so tired... after the walking, swimming, and emotional distress he was just exhausted.

Sam lulled in and out of consiousness during the drive but because of the short length of the ride he was unable to truly fall asleep.

He slipped out of the car and took a quick bath, dried himself, and pulled on some pjs, the warm water had felt amazing on his cold skin.

The teen slipped under the covers of his bed, not even bothering to get rid of the newest edition to the 'dead animal club' in his closet.

The young Emerson curled up comfortably, happy to be in his soft bed.

You'd think that it would be difficult to fall asleep after what had happened that day, watching a little girl sink into the waves right before his eyes, but he was just too tired to think.

Almost as soon as his head hit the pillow he was asleep.

In what felt like seconds, Sam groaned and stirred, feeling a hand on his shoulder, shaking him "Sam..." the voice whispered "wake up Sam" the voice said a bit louder.

"Mike...?" the teen groaned looking over at his brother with confused eyes "how long have I been sleeping?" he asked dizzily.

"Yeah its me, you've been asleep for a good 5 hours" the larger teen answered with worry evident in his voice, running his fingers through the light brown hair, Sam smiled softly at the gesture, flattening his hair down abit.

"You okay?" Michael added the question that had been on his mind since he'd found out what had happened.

"I'm okay..."

He wasn't.

"Why?" he asked curiously, Michael smiled sheepishly "Well I didn't just come here to see how you are... I also came here to ask you to come to the board walk to help me pick out a leather jacket" he explained reaching into his tight jeans and revealing a wad of cash.

"whoa! So thats why you've been working that stupid garbage job" Sam said, now obviously more awake.

"Yep, so will you go?" he asked "I could really use your 'fashion' skills" the older Emerson said smirking, Sam laughed softly.

He tilted his head down in thought, he couldn't let what ever was happening control his life, "Yeah I'll go" he said nonchalantly but he was shaking in his boots, metaphorically of course.

Pretend its not happening and you didn't see anything had happened and you'll be okay.

The first step.

Denial.


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