I waited for the pain.
I waited for the darkness.
The water swirled around me. Blue, then green.
Choking on a mouthful of water, I thrashed up to the surface. Struggling to breathe, I let the waves rock me back and forth.
“The life vest!” I choked out.
I held half of the vest in each hand.
The motor blades had sliced the life vest in two.
I tossed the two pieces away. And started to laugh.
“I’m alive!” I cried out loud. “I’m still alive!”
I turned and saw the boat speeding across the lake. Did Della think she had won?
I didn’t care. I spun around. Found the shore. And started to swim.
My close call gave me new energy. The strong, rocking current helped push me back to the camp.
I heard girls calling to me as I stumbled onto the grass. And I saw Liz jogging quickly over.
“Sarah-” she called. “Sarah-wait!”
I ignored her. I ignored them all.
I started to run.
I knew what I had to do. I had to get away from Camp Cold Lake. I had to get away as fast as I could.
I wasn’t safe here. Not as long as Della wanted me for her buddy. Not as long as Della wanted me to drown too.
I knew no one would believe me. They all said they wanted to help. But no one could really help me-not against a ghost!
I burst into the cabin and tore off my wet swimsuit. Tossing it to the floor, I frantically pulled on shorts and a T-shirt.
I swept my wet hair back with both hands. Tugged on socks and my sneakers.
“Got to get away. Got to get away,” I chanted to myself.
What to do? Where to go?
I’ll run through the woods to the town on the other side, I decided. I’ll call Mom and Dad. I’ll tell them I’m hiding in town. I’ll tell them to pick me up there.
I stopped at the cabin doorway.
Should I tell Aaron?
No. No way, I decided.
He’ll only try to stop me.
I’ll get a message to Aaron from town, I decided. I’ll tell him where I am. But not until I’m safe. Not until I’m far away from this place.
I poked my head out of the cabin and searched around, making sure the coast was clear. Then I stepped outside and made my way around to the back.
And ran into Briana.
She narrowed her eyes at me, studying my face. “You’re going?” she asked quietly.
I nodded. “Yes. I’m going.”
Once again, Briana’s expression changed. The light in her eyes seemed to fade.
“Good luck,” she whispered.