Jeanette screamed.
It was a strangled cry that lasted barely a few seconds before the hand covered her mouth entirely. She felt her head knock against the top of the window as the hand began to pull at her face. Jeanette clawed at the freezing hand, but whoever it belonged to was determined to pull her out the window. No matter how much she pulled back, the hand kept steadily pulling at her head.
Her body was halfway out the small space when she heard knocking on the door. She couldn't scream anymore; her vocal chords didn't seem to want to work. She felt her hips scrape against the edges of the window, then her thighs, then her knees…
She was suddenly falling, and she felt her glasses slide off her face and break under her body as she hit the ground. Sand blew into her scrapes and burned them. The world was blurry, but she could see a pale hand with long nails as it tugged at her. The wind drowned out any noise, but she could faintly hear the angry pounding of the ocean as she grew closer to it. She swung blindly around, trying to hit her attacker. She suddenly saw a twisted face, framed by fuchsia hair, cold eyes glowing green, teeth being bared at her.
"JEANETTE!"
A voice that sounded like sweet music came to her ears. She felt a warm hand grasp her arm, and though she couldn't see her savior she knew the touch. She heard hissing, and screaming, yells of anger, and groans of pain. Everything was a big blur, and she couldn't see anything, and she suddenly felt water, her body being submerged, and the warmth on her arm left for just a moment, but it returned…
It was all happening too fast, and the world began to spin, and just before she lost consciousness altogether she felt a warm, tingling sensation in her legs, and a burning in her lungs, a feeling she never thought she'd experience again.
Sorry this chapter is so short. I think I may have caught… the block D: