TWENTY-TWO- Rogue

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THE striking impact of the ice cold water takes me by surprise. But I swim as fast as I can. 


Don't come after me.


I ignore her soft voice in my head and swim into the currents of the murky water, gaining much speed by the force of the waves. Red streaks of liquid in the water make me certain I'm going the right direction.


Broken branches of trees flow by, scratching my skin, and sharp rocks hit my body, but I still thrash my legs as much as I can, pushing further... farther. 


The blood becomes unbearable to see. Celeste is in more pain than I can comprehend. 


Please, don't come after me.


Her voice in my head again. I always told her that her being a Whisperer meant we'd be together forever, no matter how far apart we were, she could reach me. 


She could reach me. 

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