Who to Trust?

Ch 9 - Chance Meeting

Previously on Who to Trust?

"I didn't mean to hurt you!" I spoke to no one in particular, but talking to Corpse, hoping he'd somehow hear me. He hates me. I just ruined everything. Any chance I had with the guy is fucked.

I fucking hate myself.

~=References to Self Harm + Suicide Attempt=~

~=Corpse=~

I watched as the countless drops of water fell down the windscreen. Some combine with others, most winning or losing in a non-existent race to the bottom. My Mustang from '67 sat idly in the parking lot next to a beach. I could hear the winds whip and lash at the exterior of the car. That combined with the sound of the rain falling atop of the roof made for a very calming picture. Except my thoughts were anything but calm.

I haven't spoken to anyone for the past week. My phone was always blowing up with texts and calls from people I knew, but I never looked. They'd all say the same thing. You're a failure. You hurt people. As I sit deep within the leather of the driver's seat, I realise that that is most likely not the case, but there's a part of me, no... a large majority of me, that doesn't want to talk to others because I know that I'll hurt them too. Just like I did with Lexi.

Almost every day, I felt myself spiral lower and lower into the abyss of depression. I know it's bad. I know it isn't healthy. But I just don't care. I press the release for my seat belt, the car giving a gentle shake as I turn it off. I get out of the car, locking it behind me. The rain was already soaking every portion of my body, but I couldn't feel a thing. I found myself walking down the beach, half-noticing the wet sand clinging to my shoes and pants. My feet took me to the water's edge, waves screaming up the sand towards me before falling short and retreating to try once more. I thought about the waves as a reflection of my own life; getting so close to what I want, before inevitably failing. Every. Single. Time.

Thoughts that may or may not have been my own were running rampant through my mind. Pressing down on my soul, yelling at me to just give up. A very small voice whispered back that I shouldn't, but the overwhelming scream of 'give up' was overpowering it. A warm liquid flowed down my face.

It was rain. It had always been the rain.

I began to walk forwards, entering the water.

~=Lexi=~

The beach has always been where I go when I feel sad. Despite the rain, I still walk along the edge, shoes in hand as the water caresses my ankles. Being alone with my thoughts was never a good idea, but I didn't care. The sound of rain and waves gave me peace. Always will. The voices in my head always seemed to grow quieter when I'm here. A slight smile came to my face as the worries and difficulties of life left me, washed away by the waters of heaven and earth.

But it was for naught. I could see someone further along the beach, just standing there, staring out. They had all of their clothes on, just like me. Probably another depressed schmuck like me. The depressing undertone of the thought wasn't lost to me. I decided that this mystery beachgoer wasn't going to deter my walk, so I kept marching onwards. The closer I got, the more I could make out of the stranger. It was a guy. Dark hair, tall and wore dark clothes. My plan was to just walk straight past him without talking to him, but that plan was obliterated when the guy started walking into the water. And not just ankle or knee-deep. No. He kept going. The water went past his waist... past his chest... he kept walking.