When you're sat at home, and you think about your biggest fear or, what it would be like to face it. Well, it don't sound so bad does it? You think, oh it's OK I would just do this, and do that, and BAM! Everything would be fine. Or maybe it's just me that thinks like that. Clay was staring at me with wide eyes and Flynn's chest was rising too fast. Blood has soaked into his shirt. A chest wound, that was bad right? Like super maybe die kinda bad,
"Take him over and come back." I say,
"Scarlett..."
"No Clay. I can't. I can't just swim across it" I mumble not looking at him. What did he think one swimming lesson in the daytime in a swimming pool, would prepare me to swim across a freezing cold, dark, deep lake at night? Exactly like the one where our car had crashed into it and Mum had d
