Broken Tides (A Shift in the Tide #1)
Chapter 1
“ N o, I’m not going to die.. I am not going to die.” I repeat this to myself over and over. I’m stuck in this small empty space and I can’t see anything. It’s impossibly dark, even my thoughts can get lost in the pitch black surrounding. I press my hands up against the hard surface that is but inches from my face. It’s rough, like wood. My breath is warm as it bounces off the surface back onto my face and my lungs are becoming so tight it’s unbearable. I can’t seem to catch my breath. It’s hot in here, so hot that sweat is dripping from the condensation buildup and the heat of my own breath. If I knew any better, I’m trapped in what seems to be a wooden coffin.
I feel the rage grow inside me but disappointment is starting to over power it.
How could I have let myself get into this position?
To be kidnapped and on my way to what will surely be my end game. My eyes fill with tears as I am so helpless but I have to push on.
“I’m not going to die!” I yell. Anger continues to build up inside me all while my throat tightens with the lack of oxygen that remains. Think Abby, Think ! I am trying to figure out a plan but my thoughts are blank. Panic begins to set in.
Suddenly I hear a noise. A creek, then another. Footsteps! My mind is racing. Do I yell and try to get their attention? I don’t care who is out there, I have to try. If I don’t get this coffin open, I will soon run out of air and will surely die.
“Help!!” I scream. I kick up with what little space I have up against the hard surface. Smacking the wood as hard as I can. “Help me!!” My entire body is jolting as I move as much of myself as possible to make as much noise as I am able. I’m hitting the surface harder and harder and I feel a sharp pain shoot through my body, but I don’t care. It’s life or death.
The creeks are getting louder and I hear rumbling above me. Someone hears me! “Help me, please! Somebody help me!” The lid comes off and the light beams onto my face. I immediately fall out of the coffin and land on my hands and knees. I gasp for air, breathing in every bit of the outside. The fresh smell of the ocean brings slight relief to my mind for a brief second before I hear his voice.
“Abigail.”