Chapter 8

Vendetta's POV

You know, it's funny, I never thought Charlotte would ever do something like this. I guess it's always the ones that look happy. I still remember that night...

Charlotte's grandmother, kept calling out to Charlotte, in hopes she would come back. She then looked to me. We stared at each other for a really long time, forever it felt like. It kind of...creeped me out.

She then took a deep breath and said, "Come, we have to find her."

Surprisingly, I felt my head nod. Why do I care?, I thought to myself.

We dragged Grudge along.

We searched and we searched, but we couldn't find her anywhere. When we asked town people, no matter how hard I threatened them, they said that they did see her, but had no idea where she went.

The last place we checked was Lake Clamburg. And sure enough, there she was.

We slowly got closer to her, inch, by inch. I don't think she noticed.

And then, out of nowhere, she jumped, right into the lake.

It all happened so fast, but when I look back at it, it's always in slow motion.

As Charlotte was in midair, gravity pulling her towards the deep waters, I heard two people screaming, "!"

One of them, I'm certain, was her grandmother.

The other one, was...

...me.

And then, just as soon as she hit the water, I couldn't control myself. I held my breath and jumped in after her.

Sure, that stupid hamster tried to stop me, but I somehow came out stronger.

As I looked around the murky waters, I found the feeling, pleasant. Being almost alone in a dark place, and being wet didn't end up being so bad. No wonder Charlotte was obsessed with teaching my fiends how to swim.

Oh wait, that's right, Charlotte, I had to find her. Pitty I wasn't there for more pleasurable terms tough.

Then, I spotted a flash of blue.

Charlotte.

Just before she hit the bottom, I grabbed her arm and pulled her up to the surface.

Gasping for breath, pulling Charlotte along, I swam towards the surface.

Problem was, she looked pretty out of it, and none of us knew CPR! So we had to drive quickly to the hospital in Tinspit. That's were I am right now. All that stuff happened last night.

Me, Charlotte's grandmother, and Grudge, all returned to the hospital to see if Charlotte was alright.

Wait, hold on, why am I caring about my mortal enemy?

Well, it would be boring if Charlotte was dead. Due to my constant plotting and scheming, and her, well, stalking, for the past 3 years, I guess I've just gotten use to having her around. I don't really like having sudden changes in my life.

I still remember the first day she ever stepped into classroom 4 at elementary school. Now thinking about it, I guess it wasn't really the worst day of my life. I just got upset that day because she didn't fear me like the rest.

She always smiled optimistically, she always saw the good in everything and everyone, even if we couldn't see it ourselves, she never lied onec in the time I've known her.

I feel hot tears bulging in my eyelids. I can feel people staring, but I don't care.

Charlotte...please be alive!

To be continued...