Into the Mist

  Clock sets back at 5.00 in the morning, Tatiana in front of the mirror, she saw no reflection of anyone from the mirror turn around looking at the mirror, no one was in the reflection behind her, as soon as she turn, There is Chathurika screaming to her face Get Up….. Tatiana gasped—water burst from her lungs, coughing her back to life. She rolled to her side, hacking, gasping for air. The feeling of chasing a ghost the whole day make her sick to her guts. When she looked up, there was no one. Only the mist, the river, and the roar of the waterfall. Her breath came ragged, heart pounding as the pieces rearranged themselves in her mind. Chathurika had been gone long before dawn. She must have tried to save her brother and they have killed the poor innocent girl. Tatiana felt her throat tighten as the words replayed in her ears: You inspired me to fight against unfairness. She turned, resting her head against a cold rock, and the tears came hard, wracking her chest. “Why...

  Tatiana’s eyes widened. For a split second, she couldn’t tell what was happening — whether Chathurika was really tilting backward or if the world itself had started to spin around her. The horizon seemed to sway; the trees bent; everything felt like it was moving except her heart, which froze in place. Then it hit — the sight of Chathurika’s body leaning away, her tearful eyes still locked on Tatiana’s. “No!” The scream tore from her throat with a force that felt like it might rip her chest apart. The veins in her neck strained, her voice raw, primal. Pain, disbelief, and terror all collapsed into that single cry. She lunged forward, sliding across the wet rock every instinct screaming to reach her before she vanished. Her soldier instincts kicked in, eyes narrowed to a tunnel vision focus on to Chaturika’s ankles as her upper body is already tilting away. She reaches with great speed as she sees feet are still on just one second away from saving her, I got her, she though...