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Posted by Hannah, Jul 3. 46 views. ID = 1446
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 | The next installment is coming soon: Angel. |  | This post has been awarded 19 stars by 5 readers. |  | This post is Part 1 of a writing series titled Pearl's Story. |
Pearl lifted her head out of the water and watched the waves crash against the shore. She seemed to be searching for something. Her large, impossibly blue eyes scanned the sandy shore with uncertainty, fear and panic mingled in them. Obviously not finding what she was looking for, she sighed in relief and dived under the water again. She knew that they would find her, the blood trail was too large. She had to hurry and get out of the water.
The young girl swam slowly to the shore, letting the current push her up onto the sand. The cold water pushed her into the dark, wet sand and she lay for a moment, letting the small waves push against her back.
Pearl pulled herself onto her elbows and grabbed at the ground, heaving herself a foot away from the water. She moaned in pain as sand got into her large wound and large amounts of blood trailed behind her. Five minutes and a lot of pain later she reached her pathetic destination.
Ten feet from the shore stood a large wood of trees. Their smell hit her like a ton of bricks. They smelled of life and death; green, fresh and peaceful. Pearl wished she could spend the rest of her life here, but knew it was impossible.
A large boulder jutted out just in the edge of the trees. She pulled herself up to it and leaned her back against it, gasping as her cut creased with her movement.
She had no idea what to do next. She had nowhere to go and no purpose now that they were dead. She almost screamed as she remembered Clam Shell yelling the news of her family-all of them-murdered for his amusement and status. She could hear his hate-filled words as he demanded she join them. She could hear his voice ringing in her ears. She could see his disgustingly pale face and hair, his black eyes, his looming stare, just in front of her face.
Pearl shivered, fighting desperately to get the man's horrible face out of her head.
She looked around her, doing a full survey of her surroundings. She knew she needed help. She felt light-headed and groggy from her loss of blood. She wanted desperately to sleep, but knew it wouldn't be wise. If she let herself sleep, there was a chance she wouldn't wake back up. She needed to Morph, but she didn't know if she could. Nobody could find her like she was now. Her energy was almost depleted. Her eyes drooped as she felt the last drops of water evaporate off of her body in the humid California air. She looked down at her naked legs and sighed in relief. A large, jagged gash cut thr0ugh her left thigh, crossing her leg all the way down to her right knee.
She lay her head back on the warm rock and waited. For life or for death, she didn't know. She could feel the cold darkness surround her and she thankfully let herself fall into it.
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