Long Live

[Claire Standish]

"John!" Claire shouted desperately, grabbing the boy powerfully and pulling him out of the cold water.

She had returned to her cousin's room simply because her bad feelings wouldn't go away. She felt something bad was gonna happen, she felt something was not right. No matter how much she tried, she was never able to ignore the powerful bad feelings that she was having, cause in most of the times, they weren't just feelings. They were true warnings.

When she entered his room and saw him in the tub like that, fully dressed but with his head under the water, not breathing, the most horrible thoughts took over her. With a big effort, she was able to push him out and lay him on the bathroom floor, in her arms.

"John, answer me. Wake up, you stupid brat, come on!" she said, with her hands shaking and tears threatening to escape her arms, while she was pushing his chest with both hands, trying to make the water get out of his lungs. "JOHN!!"