I'm so, so, so, so SORRY! I know that's not an excuse, but I will be better about updating, I swear. Don't give on me up yet! This chapters will be extra long, for the extra long wait.

Chapter 14

I didn't think the water would be so cold. At first my determination kept me for feeling the cold. But after a few seconds with no sign of Carson my body lost feeling.

That didn't stop me from swimming around. I knew Carson would do the same thing for me. I heard myself calling loudly then getting softer, "Carson! Stop joking around, come out!" I swam around, but I couldn't find him anywhere in sight.

The more I swam, the more I realized how deep the water really was. It only looked waist deep, but now I saw it was nearly seven feet.

I felt myself getting weaker and weaker, but I continued to call, "Carson!" After a while my throat felt horse, but I still called his name.

I couldn't loose the only thing I had left, and I wouldn't let some cold water stop me.

The last thing I remember is a boy pulling me out of the water.

I didn't wake up in my own bed. At first I panicked, but then I remembered the last few days. I opened my eyes, expecting to see Carson.

When I saw bright blue sheets, the ships events came back. "Carson! Carson, come back! Carson!" I screamed this a few times. I jumped out of the bed and ran to the door. It was locked. Panic flooded me. I thought of the people who had tried to get us before. They must have gotten us now, I realized.

And if I was here, where was Carson? I felt myself crying as I pounded on the door, but it didn't budge. I could feel myself repeating Carson's name.

There was no sarcasm to back me up now. I hadn't felt like this since my dad died, and I didn't think I could take the pain again.

I screamed again. "Carson PLEASE comes back to me!" I looked around the room. There were no windows. Another door was on the end. I ran over and opened it only to find a bathroom. It was stocked, complete with a razor.

But dying would be a last resort; Carson never would have wanted that.

It was funny to think a few days ago I'd barley cared about anything. Now I couldn't imagine life without Carson.

I loved Carson more than anything, more than myself, my life.

Just then I heard the back door open. I grabbed the razor to defend myself. A soft voice called out, "Hello, I know you're in here. Please come out, I mean no harm." I had to give her credit, she didn't sound like a murder.

But first impressions can be deceiving. I didn't realize I dropped my razor blade until a girl came in.

She seemed to be a little older than me. She had gray eyes that I thought were really pretty. She had fair hair and a birthmark across her cheek that was a like pink color.

She certainly didn't look like a killer. She gasped when she saw me. She came over to my side.

I probably looked like crap right now.

The girl talked in a hurried voice, "I'm so sorry. I told them not to lock the door. I know how confusing this is; it was really confusing for me." I didn't care about any of that.

"What about Carson?" I said, my voice was barley above a whisper. She smiled at me.

"He's fine; I think he'd really like to see you." I felt relief run through me.

"My name is Hannah Snow. I don't know how much Carson's told you, but my soul mate and I are his friends." I remembered Carson saying something vaguely talking about staying in friends.

"I know about soul mates; I know Carson is my soul mate. I'd really like to see him." I sounded younger than I wanted to.

"Of course; if you don't mind me saying, you've taken all this really well. When I found out Thierry, that's my soul mate, was a vampire, it really freaked me out." I could tell she was a little confused.

"I guess I didn't have anything to loose. I don't have any family or close friends to leave behind. Carson was a blessing to me." I said with complete sincerity.

Hannah beamed at this. "Let's get you cleaned up, I'm really sorry to scare you so much."

"I'm sorry for freaking out so much. It's just people have been chasing Carson and I and I thought they'd finally got us. I'm Ella, I'm sorry for not saying that before."

"It's okay, I knew that. Carson can barley stop talking about you. I'll explain everything later." I smiled at that, I whipped away the last of my tears.

"Here let's get you changed; there are clothes in the closet."

"Thank you." I walked out of the room and into a sliding door I hadn't noticed earlier. I felt foolish for how freaked out I had gotten.

I gasped at the closet. There was a make-up counter in the back a rows of clothes. I picked out a pink long-sleeved shirt and skinny jeans. I realized I was in the pajamas; someone must have changed me out of my wet clothes.

I whipped my eyes and fixed my hair the best I could. I put on a touch of mascara.

I walked back out to find Hannah sitting on the bed. "You look better. New clothes can make such an improvement. When we found Carson he looked like a homeless kid."

I was confused, what happened to Carson. He had never talked about his past around me.

Hannah continued. "I mean, we didn't believe him at first. How do you believe someone who comes to you, a witch no less, and says they can't remember anything?"

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This time I won't leave you hanging for so long. I was going to make this story a little longer, but I decided to cut it short. There will be at least five more chapters to some it up, maybe closer to seven. PLEASE COMMENT AND MESSAGE ME! IT WILL REALLY HELP ME UDPATE, I SWARE!