"You look pretty mummy"

"Take your hand away, Emma, now!"

Her voice stutters as she removed her own hand, Emma immediately copying her mother and tilting her head to the side, her eyes narrowing and Jac follows suit, narrowing hers as well before looking down into the puddle. It wasnt long before her eyes closed and the tears fell down her cheeks. Emma looked at her with utter intrigue, her mother's sadness astounding to her very core. Jac's eyes fluttered open to see Fletch kneeling in front of her instead of her daughter, gingerly he reached out and took her hand, holding it above the puddle and she couldnt help but feel angry about the situation. There was just something that narked her about it.

"Sometimes we can see things we dont want to believe in here"

"Really? Is that all you have to say to me Fletch?"

"What do you want me to say?"

A reason as to why her mind was putting herself through this would be a great start, not that she would even understand the truth. Honesty with herself was something that wouldnt happen either, she wasnt going to wear her heart on her sleeve but it was deluded, this whole situation was. Jac and Fletch sat there, their hands in each other's as they stared into the puddle, the stupid analogy of it mapping out life outside of this deluded hell, probably if she survived her tedious brain surgery.

"I want an explanation"

"You're not going to get one"

"There's a surprise"

"Is it really that surprising? You have all the answers and if you used your brain..."

Anger filled her, she was annoyed about the whole situation and the lack of clarity. It was like she had to work extra hard, the throbbing in her skull making it near impossible to think deeply about the situation she was in. Her eyes glanced down to the puddle again, her hands still in Fletch's as they both look into it; there she was, dressed in a simple ivory dress, a headpiece holding her hair in place and there she saw it, Kian standing beside her causing the anger to rise and release her hands from Fletch's to slam them into the puddle, the water flying up into both of their faces, her bottom lip quivering as she tried to compose herself.

"Why?"

"You loved Kian, it's that simple"

"This isnt you Fletch! None of this is you! You are not you!"

"People change, especially in a place like this"

Roughly she forced her body up from the floor, her expression resembling an immense amount of anger and her body stiff from her damp clothes and coldness. Fletch was hot on his heels though, reaching out to grab her hand he began dragging her and they were both practically running and for Jac she scoffed at the recurring thought of it being like some sort of scene in a re-enactment of a fairy-tale. Jac allowed her body to be pulled along by him, until they tired and their legs gave way. Fletch fell to the ground and pulled Jac with him, both of their bodies sandwiched together before she rolled off him to she was lying beside him, her hand still in his.

"I feel lost"

"Thats understandable"

"Why can't you provide me with the answers I need? You're here, you can do that surely?"

"Because I dont need to provide them for you when you know them yourself, you may think you dont but you do, deep down inside, in the darkest parts of your body where you can never admit how you really feel"

"You make me sound like I'm a pathological liar"

"If the shoe fits..."

Her eyebrows shot up towards her hairline, propping her body up on her elbows to glare at him and the irritating smirk on his face caused her expression to either be fuelled with pure anger or hatred, not because of him though but because of the situation she was in. Maybe people did actually change here, maybe she was changing herself. The smirk that was on his face confirmed to her that he was joking, trying to provoke a reaction and if she was honest some things never changed. She didnt really know what had become of her in here, Fletch was staring into the sky so Jac got up and sat on her knees, taking Fletch's hand she pulled him up to the floor, both of them rising at the exact same time before she took his hand and began to walk.

"You dont know where you're going"

"Neither do you"

"Sometimes bad things happen here"

"And you're one of them"

Taking control is what she felt was needed, not just for her but to find out the truth. Mapping her way through the grass was tedious, mud smearing over her dress even more as both sets of bare feet trudged through the ruined terrain. What seemed like miles of walking they got back to the jetty, Jac sneaking a glance into Fletch's eyes in a cautious way. She glanced to her side seeing Kian's dead body there, her eyes shut, a pain in her heart present until she screeched at another searing pain through her head, so much so she stumbled backwards and fell onto the floor and Fletch was just standing there, arms crossed over his chest as he watched her suffer. Jac knew it wasnt personal, how could it be when everything was subconscious.

"You're dying, Jac"

Her pupils widened and both of her hands were pressed against her skull, the tremors in her muscles ever so present. It was like she was possessed, like she didnt have control over it all, it was just too much, all of it was too much. The lack of answers, the uncertainty and the way things changed rapidly where she was - she didnt really understand why she was here. The need to want it to end was paramount, the way she turned to look at Kian's lifeless body, the water gently lapping over the lower parts of his body as the tide had risen, in gentle waves.

"How does death feel Jac?"

"Leave me alone"

She grits out before hearing a high pitched buzz tear through her body, her eyes shut as she practically screams needing it to stop, it had to stop. Everything went still, she could hear a pin drop and all of a sudden things felt really heavy until she caught Emma out of the corner of her eye, almost as if she was chasing a butterfly, the bright blue wings dancing around above Emma's head as she skipped around on the grass, the mud on all of their feet being dried from the boiling hot sun now shining above. Everything was still and Jac found her legs walking her to the end of the jetty, her eyes piercing through the dark blue waters, her reflection, muddied face and copper-coloured hair staring back at her leaving her with the inability to feel anything apart from where it hurt the most. Her heart and her head. Could she really carry on like this?