Dear Jordan, I’ve become a huge baby. I’m afraid of my reflection.
Emily slung her towel over her arm, slipped on her flip-flops, and strode into the pool area. The radio the team listened to during practice sat on its usual step on the bleachers, which relaxed her a little. She switched it on to the regular rock station her old coach, Lauren, used to play, and a Red Hot Chili Peppers song sounded through the room. It made everything feel a little more normal.
Then she stuck a toe in the water. Just as she’d expected, it felt cool and refreshing. She pulled her cap over her head, fixed her Swedish goggles to her eyes, and dove in. Ahhh.
Dear Jordan, she thought as she swam smooth, even strokes, I love swimming so much. And I know I should be excited that UNC might keep me on the team for next year, but I don’t know what I want anymore. I feel like a jerk for even saying that, though. It’s my chance to get away. And I am dying to get away.
She swam a hundred yards, then two hundred, flipping compactly at the wall and pushing off in a streamlined shape. Emily suddenly remembered Jordan running her thin, delicate hands over her strong shoulders during those blissful days on the cruise ship. “You’re like a sexy mermaid,” Jordan had whispered in her ear, her breath warm on Emily’s neck.
What would it be like to see Jordan again? Where would things go from there? Could she actually date someone in prison?
A loud clap of thunder sounded above. Emily stopped and peered through the skylights. The sky had turned very dark. Rain began to pelt the glass. She treaded water, wondering if she should get out. She listened for more thunder, but couldn’t hear anything over the rain.
She put her head down and decided to swim a little longer, but after a few laps, the room had darkened even more. The bright spots of sunlight had vanished. And then, suddenly, there was a snap . . . and the overhead lights dimmed and then went dark.
Emily touched the wall and looked around. The digital clock had lost power, and so had the radio. It was so dark on the pool deck that she could barely see the bleachers a few feet away.
She almost didn’t see the figure standing above her.
Then Emily jolted and gasped. It was a girl. She was wearing a dark zip-up hoodie, dark jeans, and sneakers that were getting wet from the lapping water in the gutter. She was standing right above Emily, leaning with her hands on her thighs. Just staring.
Before Emily could say a word, lightning flashed through the sky, illuminating the girl’s face. Her mouth was open, revealing a few missing teeth. Her eyes were wide and crazed. She leaned farther into the lane, her features so close. Emily smelled the faintest tinge of vanilla soap on her skin.
A scream froze in her throat. Ali.
“Oh my God,” Emily cried, paddling backward. But Ali reached out and grabbed her before she could get far, pulling Emily back to the wall with surprising strength.
“Hello, Emily,” Ali said in an eerie, craggy voice, pausing to cackle. “Did you really think I’d leave for good?” Her smile stretched wider. “I haven’t visited your friends, but I just had to see you. You’re my favorite!”
Emily tried to wriggle out of Ali’s grip, but Ali was holding her hard by the shoulders. “Please,” Emily said in barely more than a whisper. “Please let me go.”
Ali pursed her lips. “First tell me you love me.”
“What?” Emily sputtered.
“Say you still love me!” Ali demanded.
“N-no!” Emily cried, astonished. There was no way she could lie about that.
Ali’s eyes widened. A dangerous look crossed her face. “Okay, then. You asked for it.”
And then she pushed Emily under.
Water rushed into Emily’s lungs. She kicked hard, groping for the surface, but Ali wouldn’t let her up, her nails pressing into Emily’s right temple and the left side of her neck. It was a perfect plan, Emily realized. No one was in here. The room was so big no one could hear her scream. Much later, maybe even tomorrow, a janitor would find Emily in the pool, dead, and figure she’d drowned.
She struggled and kicked, clawing for Ali’s hands and using her feet to push off the wall. But Ali kept holding her down. Emily’s throat caught, and her lungs began to burn. “Please!” she screamed under the water, the word exploding out of her like a keening wail.
She could hear Ali laughing on the surface. Ali’s nails dug even deeper into Emily’s head, pressing her toward the bottom of the pool. Spots began to form in front of Emily’s eyes. She opened her mouth again, letting in more water. One more scream escaped from her mouth, her addled, oxygen-starved brain hardly registering the sound.
But suddenly she felt Ali’s grip release. The blurry figure over her receded, growing smaller and smaller above her.