MATTS’S P.O.V

I laid down quietly in the chair and listed to Jeanne and Rayne talk. I could hear their feet shift and step against the slightly moist plaster under them, and I began taking in my surroundings. I had been to this house before and I had already memorized its patterns. Where the halls were, the appropriate rooms, I had even been so bored as to memorize what brand of lock they used by what sounds it made when it was meddled with. This is how I pictured my world, merely by feel smell and sound. I knew the boundaries of the pool by memorizing were there feet walked around it and where I heard movement in the water. I knew Mark was my height from where his voice resonated, I knew he wore jeans often because of the sound they made as they brushed against certain objects. I could tell Jeanne loved certain kinds of perfume, she was quiet short from what I could hear and after bumping into her once I could already tell she had no figure, and had a very thin frame. Rayne, on the other hand interested me. I could never tell with her. As clumsy as her mother was she was great with avoiding physical contact. Her auburn hair and hazel eyes were mentioned in the household, along with a few other comments from her mother but that was close to all I knew about her appearance.

“Hey, Jeanne don’t!” I heard her scream followed by two loud splashes. It was obvious what was happening. I continued to listen as they fooled around in the water until Mark finally came and took Jeanne to the hot tub inside. I could still hear Rayne swimming quietly in the water and I listened carefully to every movement that she made.

RAYNE’S P.O.V.

I let myself move through the water quietly breathing in deeply before I letting myself sink. I loved to swim, regardless of the effect it had on my hair and skin it was something I couldn’t live without. I was so content with being alone in the pool for a while but as the sun set and the lighting spread under the waters surface the idea of the hot tub seemed more welcoming with each passing minute, finally though I just gave in, latching my hands on each side of the slick metal ladder. I didn’t think much of it when I stepped up but I guess realizing that my first foot didn’t have a steady hold had its consequences waiting for me. It was when I put my weight on it that it slipped from under me, my head colliding with the next step. I wasn’t able to panic at first because of my confusion but when I fingers unwillingly slipped from the ladder was when my heart began to race. I could feel the water close in around me, but my mind couldn’t struggle, I could barely think, and now the lack of oxygen wasn’t helping. I gasped in desperation for air, but nothing came but the darkness. It felt like someone was twisting my lungs in their fists but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything, now my mind was too clouded to panic two clouded to think, but something I did hear was a loud crash against the water. The only sound before I felt my body being rushed away, rushed through the water, into the air, onto the cold ground. It felt like my lungs were going to explode until air was suddenly forced into them.

MATT’S P.O.V.

I lifted my lips from hers as she suddenly began coughing. That had been close, too close. If she would have been able to take in a breath before that then of course she would have been fine but because of her head that increased a risk.

I lifted her body up slightly from the ground so that she could breath, but it wasn’t until I felt her breath against my lips that a certain emotion became evident. No this was dangerous, me being so close to her like this was dangerous. I had already noticed the changes, my old emotions were returning. It had only begun happening a few weeks ago, but it was happening. I couldn’t stand to admit it to myself, but I missed how things used to be. The war, the desire…I missed all of that and I couldn’t get over it. I couldn’t rid myself of that feeling so now the old me was returning, slowly, but it had started.

“Matt!”

I was suddenly pulled out of my thoughts as Mark’s voice broke into the silence. I could hear him getting closer, and I knew he saw me hovering over her.

“Mark, get Jeanne, she needs somewhere to lay down!”

I heard his footsteps stop, but realizing something was wrong, raced back to the hot tub around the building.

RAYNE’S P.O.V.

I could hear their voices speaking over me, and slowly I let myself slip away. I was OK, I was going to be OK. It was only a little scare…nothing was wrong. Nothing was going to be wrong…tomorrow I would wake up and I would be OK.

Or so I thought.

MATT’S P.O.V.

She should be waking up soon.  I thought turning to the side on my bed. She was going to fine, Angie had told me that. Rayne was on the basement couch.  On any other occasion I could have stayed down and watched after her, but I felt like I couldn’t.  I couldn’t stand being around her any more, it would soon be the same with Angie, Mark and Jeanne would probably follow after that. I couldn’t put any of them in danger now.  I had to get out of here.