Chapter Seventeen

Layla.

I am on my beach again only this time I am floating on my back in the ocean as the waves rock me back and forth. My long hair is floating around me as my hands caress the water rocking below me. My eyes are closed and it is just me and these waves. Slowly, my body drifts closer and closer to the white sand but every time I am almost there, the waves suck me back again.

I decide to swim to shore, as I have grown weary and pruney from the water and the sun bathing my skin in its light. I try to swim but everytime I get close enough, the water drags me back once more. My heart rate is accelerating as I fight against the current that has turned from smooth and methodical, to choppy and rough. The sky begins to darken as a storm brews. I have to get back to shore, but I just can't seem to fight against the raging waters.

My arms and legs turn to weights as I begin to bob above and bellow the surface, inhaling water every time. I am going to