Chapter four:
Caitie pace slowed down a lot sooner than she had hoped. The poison was
affecting her physically and mentally, and aside from the pain, she grew
weak and weary. She didn't know how much farther she had to go or if she
was even going the right way. All she saw were cliffs coming out and
blocking her view, and she new her strength was dying.
"The beach is probably right around that cliff. But if it's not, I
couldn't go any more." She debated with herself, which only tired her
more. The pain was increasing and her thoughts began to scramble until the
only thing she could think of was, I don't want to die, I don't want to
die!"And the tears streamed down her face again.
She stopped and flipped herself over until she was floating on her back.
She was ready to give up. Suddenly, a voice appeared in her head telling
her to fight and be strong. It said, "Hold on a little bit longer Caitie. I
promise everything will be O.K." She didn't recognize the voice as her
own, but it comforted her. "Jamie?" She cried. His beautiful face flashed
in her mind as she closed her eyes. There he was, calling her. "Come
Caitie. I'm here." The next thing she saw was the cave. She opened her
eyes and remembered the cave was shortly behind her. So she turned around,
and swam back. "It's not that far. I can make it." She swam, not thinking
of the pain, or dying, or even living. She thought of Jaime. She wanted to
be with him, in his arms. She wanted to tell him everything she felt inside
her. That she wanted him. That he was always there when she was hurt or
sad. Like he just new she needed him. That he was the reason fighting
through life every day just to survive was even bearable. That he was the
reason. She wanted to tell him, she loved him.
Caitie jumped out of her thoughts and came to realization that she was
almost to the cave. "How did I get this far?" But her question was
interrupted as her leg smashed into a jagged rock that she had been unaware
of. She had only been lightly swimming keeping her body as close to the
surface as possible, kicking the tinniest strokes, but her bad leg twitched,
and slammed down into a sharp cut rock only a few feet below her.
Caitie shrieked. And after a few minutes of just crying, she screamed, "I
cant do this!" But she didn't have too. A large wave picked her up and
carried her to the entrance of the cave. She looked around, not even
realizing what had happened. She tried to lift herself up, but her leg gave
way and she fell on top of the small, round, smooth rocks. "Come on! Get up
Caitie!" His voice called to her again.
She looked up to the cave as the wave pulled itself over her. She coughed
as the wave pulled backand she used her arms to drag herself up to the
small patch of sand that lay at the opening of the cave.
She laid herself down. The waves were stopping lower than the place where
she rested, but every sooften one would come up and just reach the gash on
her legs, and the salt water would slash into the open wound, causing her
to squeal in pain.
"I have to stay here. They wont find me if I go in." Caitie's thoughts
were still jambeled together, but she could still acknowledge her common
sense. The sense that told her what to do. But she was so tired. Her led
throbbed, and her arms were more than sore from all the swimming and
crawling. She peered out at the ocean. The bed of water just e few moments
ago had shown her great wonders of the sea, and brought her so much
amazement and happiness, had betrayed her, and now,all she had gather from
it was pain.
She rested her head against the sand, unable to look behind her anymore.
She started to slip away,and her mind went black. She dreamt she was
painting. She painted herself, but it didn't come out to a human figure.
It came out as all the things there was to Caitie. Everything real.
Everything true. She painted everything she hid from the world. Sure, she
didn't care what people thought of her, but they didn't know everything.
She painted the things she loved. Animals, butterflies, roses, angels, rain.
She painted people she loved. Val, Brook, her sister Rheayn… Jaime. And
she painted the things she loved to do. Argue, fight for what she believes
in, sing, write. All this was only painted on
Caitie pace slowed down a lot sooner than she had hoped. The poison was
affecting her physically and mentally, and aside from the pain, she grew
weak and weary. She didn't know how much farther she had to go or if she
was even going the right way. All she saw were cliffs coming out and
blocking her view, and she new her strength was dying.
"The beach is probably right around that cliff. But if it's not, I
couldn't go any more." She debated with herself, which only tired her
more. The pain was increasing and her thoughts began to scramble until the
only thing she could think of was, I don't want to die, I don't want to
die!"And the tears streamed down her face again.
She stopped and flipped herself over until she was floating on her back.
She was ready to give up. Suddenly, a voice appeared in her head telling
her to fight and be strong. It said, "Hold on a little bit longer Caitie. I
promise everything will be O.K." She didn't recognize the voice as her
own, but it comforted her. "Jamie?" She cried. His beautiful face flashed
in her mind as she closed her eyes. There he was, calling her. "Come
Caitie. I'm here." The next thing she saw was the cave. She opened her
eyes and remembered the cave was shortly behind her. So she turned around,
and swam back. "It's not that far. I can make it." She swam, not thinking
of the pain, or dying, or even living. She thought of Jaime. She wanted to
be with him, in his arms. She wanted to tell him everything she felt inside
her. That she wanted him. That he was always there when she was hurt or
sad. Like he just new she needed him. That he was the reason fighting
through life every day just to survive was even bearable. That he was the
reason. She wanted to tell him, she loved him.
Caitie jumped out of her thoughts and came to realization that she was
almost to the cave. "How did I get this far?" But her question was
interrupted as her leg smashed into a jagged rock that she had been unaware
of. She had only been lightly swimming keeping her body as close to the
surface as possible, kicking the tinniest strokes, but her bad leg twitched,
and slammed down into a sharp cut rock only a few feet below her.
Caitie shrieked. And after a few minutes of just crying, she screamed, "I
cant do this!" But she didn't have too. A large wave picked her up and
carried her to the entrance of the cave. She looked around, not even
realizing what had happened. She tried to lift herself up, but her leg gave
way and she fell on top of the small, round, smooth rocks. "Come on! Get up
Caitie!" His voice called to her again.
She looked up to the cave as the wave pulled itself over her. She coughed
as the wave pulled backand she used her arms to drag herself up to the
small patch of sand that lay at the opening of the cave.
She laid herself down. The waves were stopping lower than the place where
she rested, but every sooften one would come up and just reach the gash on
her legs, and the salt water would slash into the open wound, causing her
to squeal in pain.
"I have to stay here. They wont find me if I go in." Caitie's thoughts
were still jambeled together, but she could still acknowledge her common
sense. The sense that told her what to do. But she was so tired. Her led
throbbed, and her arms were more than sore from all the swimming and
crawling. She peered out at the ocean. The bed of water just e few moments
ago had shown her great wonders of the sea, and brought her so much
amazement and happiness, had betrayed her, and now,all she had gather from
it was pain.
She rested her head against the sand, unable to look behind her anymore.
She started to slip away,and her mind went black. She dreamt she was
painting. She painted herself, but it didn't come out to a human figure.
It came out as all the things there was to Caitie. Everything real.
Everything true. She painted everything she hid from the world. Sure, she
didn't care what people thought of her, but they didn't know everything.
She painted the things she loved. Animals, butterflies, roses, angels, rain.
She painted people she loved. Val, Brook, her sister Rheayn… Jaime. And
she painted the things she loved to do. Argue, fight for what she believes
in, sing, write. All this was only painted on