Spark| Rewritten|B1

01|Fire & Saltwater

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Chapter One: Fire & Saltwater

Saltwater enveloped me, caressing my skin and running its fingers through my hair in a macabre but gentle way. A streak of protectiveness came from the ocean. It wasn't willing to let me go, it wanted me to stay long after my breath would leave me. I would become another corpse drifting within its depths, nothing more than another victim. It might even possibly try to clamp down even further with me to keep my soul trapped within its depths, a prize to go along with my body.

My rather large eyes, cerulean in hue, were wide and open, peering up at the waves above me. Underneath the crashing waves my body swayed with the rhythm though my muscles were tightened and unable to become looser. If I was above the water, within a swimming pool, this would be beautiful and calm, but here underneath the unforgiving ocean it was nothing more than another nightmarish reality for a drowning victim—the last thing they would remember as they would be pulled back and forth without any mercy.

Something in me stirred, I found myself loosening even more, my mouth opened, and my eyes fluttered closed. Tiredness overtook me and I allowed the saltwater to take over anything and everything. It struck with a vengeance against my lungs as my body began to compress. I gasped as the saltwater continued to overfill me, I was a cup that had been overfilled but the water was not stopping despite it falling over the top of the cup.

Everything stopped, the darkness surrounded me, my breathing stopped.

Then, I lunged forward in my bed with my eyes slinging open and peering forward at the west wall of my bedroom. The ceiling fan hummed above me as my string attached to it swayed from the rhythm, the air conditioner kicked on in the house and began to crawl through the vent and travel throughout the bedroom as though it could sense the dramatic change in temperature that I was experiencing.

Sweat dripped down throughout me, my canary curls stuck to the nape of my neck and against my forehead. My hands quivered, never stopping, for what I was experiencing was one of the worst things I could ever experience. I had only experienced it once a year since I was fourteen, now I was seventeen. I was trapped with this for three years, yet I had felt as though I was dealing with this longer.

The heat slowly began to rise within me, before long I was covered with a fire within me that could not be smothered. I gasped, as I tore at my bedspread and began to pull at my shirt. I pulled it off and threw it off to the side, only for a bright light to come suddenly, unexpectedly, enough that I screamed as I fell off my bed and onto the hard, unforgiving wood floor.

Down the hallway my parents slept peacefully, unaware of what their son was dealing with. They never believed me whenever I would tell them once a year of what had happened. They would see the circles under my eyes, dark and disturbing against my pale skin. They'd sum it up to me having insomnia but of course that wasn't the case for me.

I felt as though I was in Death Valley, destined to wither away from the sun. Yet it made no sense, it was mid-October, in Northern Carolina. It was beginning to become cold, there was no scorching heat that radiated outside. There was nothing that explained why I was feeling as though I was being swallowed whole with fire.

I could only gasp as my energy left me, before I could lose consciousness, I could hear my name being called. It echoed around me, as though I was still under water.

"Icarus..."

I didn't respond, I had never responded in the past. My mouth was too cotton mouthed. Fear would always grip me, I often thought that I was hallucinating. There could no reason why I would hear a voice surround me, sound as though it was in the room with me though I would be alone. Nor did it feel as though the voice should be delectable—a male voice that smooth and ready to make me tremble and fall on my knees in euphoria.