Losing You (Finding You Series Book 2) Read Free Page A

the wildflowers in the air tickled my senses and the sea eagles continued to fly in circles, looking for food. Kyle’s warm hand slipped around my waist, pulling me close. Small wrens flitted about busily, pulling strands of grass to take for their nests. I recalled enjoying the full, red sunsets, thinking at the time how romantic they were, sitting with the man of my dreams, staring out at the bright glowing sky, contemplating the future. A far cry from the mind-set evoked last night as the fiery ball disappeared over the horizon. It had brought nothing but sadness as I had lain broken in the great void.
    God, I love him! I need him so much now. Please let me find my way back to him. Please, God.
    My stomach gurgled and growled from hunger so I tried not to think about food. I had a feeling it was going to get a lot worse.
    Floating, assessing my life, large cracks on the surface of the wing caught my attention. There was an intricate pattern of lines, intertwining together to form a network. I focused on the lines, some so delicate and dainty that they were barely visible, while others looked like giant crevices eating into the metal. For the next long while, the time was passed trying to count all the intricate lines, letting all else slip from my mind. It seemed like a worthwhile pastime, considering the other alternative. Thinking. To think would be to allow the truth of what had transpired to tighten its hold.
    “Just look at the cracks. Count how many cracks there are. Focus on the cracks,” I almost sang to myself in a pathetic, delusional chorus. I hummed the tune as my fingers traced the outline of cracks, forwards and backwards, forwards and backwards.
    I wondered if insanity was starting. I’d always heard that if people were left alone long enough they’d eventually go a bit looney. How long would that take? Maybe I was a quick learner and was already on my way. Solitude normally didn’t bother me. In fact, I’d always cherished it. Probably because I’d known that I could always contact someone. Now, the isolation was crippling and I felt as if I was losing myself to hell.
    Movement out of the corner of my eye had me sit up. Serious movement! I swiveled around and around, searching for something. Anything. I was horrified to discover that it was a fin and it was heading closer. My leg had started bleeding again and the blood was trickling through my shirt, and down onto the wing, and into the water. It was only a small amount but enough to draw a sensory predator. Although I couldn’t be sure if it was a shark fin or a dolphin fin, I wasn’t waiting to find out. I squeezed into a tiny ball in the middle of the debris, using my hand to smear any blood across the wing, destroying the thin path it took into the water.
    Shit! I didn’t want to look but I had to. The dark grey arc was cutting through the water stealthily, as if on a mission. It took only seconds to reach me, circling the wing, honing in with its exceptional senses. It was definitely a shark. The size of the creature was massive as it lurked hungrily, waiting for my foot to slip over the edge. My breathing turned into quiet puffs as I lay still like a statue, waiting for the shark to lose patience. He was all but upon me before he disappeared underneath. My heartbeat seemed to make the raft rock to and fro as it pounded rapidly against my rib cage.
    The predator paced backwards and forwards underneath, waiting for an easy meal. I wasn’t about to give it the satisfaction as I tightened the shirt that covered my wound. All my faculties were on overdrive, sharp as a pin in such a weakened condition.
    The sun remained a burden, with not one cloud to cover it for even a second. My skin was starting to rise into opaque blisters, some of which had already popped and were weeping.
    All the while, the raft had drifted further into the unknown with the shark tailing me. It was the only company I’d had since the crash. Not exactly my first