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 Just visible through the grimy car window, the oily slick of the River Dunne curved through the Duncaster like a scar. Jagged and black with night, pimpled with streetlights and the occasional ferry, it was more human than it was water, fenced in by concrete flood walls, under control, but barely. Some people would’ve thought it sad - nature caged up and trapped, no different than a lion in a zoo, or circus animals back when that was still legal, but Anna couldn’t help but stare. Right now, the River Dunne was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. 

 [i]Return…[/i] 

 The voice was kind, soft. Only good things waited. A feeling like home, relief from the itching, crawling sensation that crept across her skin. All she had to do was unbuckle her seatbelt, open the door, [i]return…[/i]

 “Anna.” her father’s voice, she snapped to attention. His knuckles were white where they gripped the steering wheel, the rest of his skin was red and blistered. Peeling like a sunburn. Worse. It had to be driving him mad. It drove [i]her[/i] mad. 

Cold air blasted from the little grate over the glove box, the radio blasted some of her dads metal, she watched him mouthing the words to himself. 

 [i]Return…[/i]

 The bridge had suicide railings, the car doors were child locked. She buried her hands in her hoodie, the feeling of the fabric [i]burned[/i], but she couldn’t bear the sight of her poor skin, reached to turn the radio off. 

 Her dad stopped her, his hand on her arm hurt so she shrugged away. 

 “I said [i]no[/i].”  

 “I can’t think-”

 “Good.” His voice was acid. Not more than the quiet [i]return…[/i]

  The water was a soothing balm. Rain after a drought. A cool tap on a hot pan. 

   A red light stood out against the black of the road ahead, and the car started to slow. Anna’s dad’s knuckles grew paler. The water glimmered beneath the bridge. Dark and promising - there was a whole world under there, she just had to [i]RETURN[/i].

 Glass smashed. Blood ran down her fist. The window spilled out across the shining road.  

 “Anna-” 
 
 [i]RETURN[/i]

   Her hoodie slipped off her shoulders, bunched up in her dad’s hand. Broken glass tore rivers into her skin - arms, belly, thighs. Out. She had to get out. Hands gripped her legs. Strong. She kicked, pushed, toppled out onto damp concrete.

 “Anna! Anna get back here!” 

 [i]RETURN. RETURN. RETURN. RETU-[/i] 

  Cold iron. She pulled herself up, up, up- barbs dug into her palms but she couldn’t feel it. Everything just [i]itched[/i]. 

 Below her, the river stretched out. 

  “Anna please!” 

 Her dad was on the ground still. She could see it in his posture, the way his fists balled up, muscles taut. He wanted to come too. 

 “Come with me.” 

 A slow head shake. His eyes shone.

 It wouldn’t be long before he changed his mind. 

 [i]RETURN[/i]

 The river reached up to greet her.