If only if only. Waking up during the night is not the most enjoyable thing. Especially when you are in an unknown house and you don't know your way around.
Another thing to add to that list is that Lennox's arms were wrung so tightly around my waist that it took me forever to unravel them.
And if it couldn't get any worse, I banged my big toe on the door hinge when I was trying to get out of the room. Great that Lennox is a heavy sleeper. Otherwise he would have heard a stream of curse words coming out of my mouth.
I made my way into the kitchen. I found a glass, poured myself a drink of water and now I am sitting on a chair, out on the balcony. I didn't even know he had a balcony. But really I should have expected it. The balcony leans over a beautiful, golden sand beach. I get up. As I lean over the glass balcony ledge, I see the light wind blowing the sand across the beach.
The smell of the ocean is so strong. I inhale the beautiful salty scent. The ocean lapping against the shore is the only sound I hear. The beach is deserted. The ghosts of this town are the only souls in existence.
That's the most well-known story in this town. It's about the ghosts of Daniel and Dana. A couple who arrived here six years ago. Dana was fifteen, Daniel nineteen. There was a little bit of a gap. In the end, that was the problem.
I don't really know the exact story, since I was thirteen but I don't think anyone really knows their story. But supposedly, Daniel and Dana came here, after running away from their parents. People say their parents didn't accept their love. Probably because Daniel was four years older than Dana. Anyway, it is said that they used to always come to the beach together. Like, nearly every day.
One day, Dana's parents found her here. They tried to bring her home. She didn't want to, of course. She'd been having the time of her life. Apparently, she ran to the cliffs of the beach, wanting to get away. Away from both her parents and Daniel. Maybe they were having problems. I don't know.
People say Daniel ran after her. Then Dana slipped and fell to her death, off the edge of the cliff. They say that night, Daniel was in too much of a shock to help her. To try rescue her body. Or he could have pushed her. Nobody knows. It was found washed up on shore the next day. But by an innocent bystander, who'd been tanning on the beach.
The same day, the police came to take Daniel into questioning. They couldn't find him. They didn't know where he was. He went missing. Just like that. Some said he jumped off the cliff along with Dana, but nobody knew.
One month later, a corpse was found hidden in a cave. It was on this beach. They call it, 'corpse cave'. How original, I know. They body was taken in to the morgue. He was identified as Daniel. He didn't have any injuries. No traces of an overdose. Not one sign of alcohol. Nobody knows what happened to him. Nobody ever will.
And that, ladies and gentlemen is the story of Daniel and Dana. It's quite tragic, actually. They were both so young. Both had so much to live for. Neither ever amounted to anything. Even though, I have never known either of them, I hope they're finally happy together. I think they deserve to be. Everyone deserves happiness.
People say their ghost haunt this beach. It seemed to be something special to both of them. Then they both died here. This seems to be one of the 'attractions' when coming to our town. But I really don't see anything 'attractive' about the ghosts of two dead teenagers.
Sure, I love the beach. I don't think anything is wrong with it. But I wouldn't be going there just for a picture at it. I'd go there to enjoy my time swimming and relaxing, or whatever.
I feel like I should be writing a song. Singing about my life. Sitting out late at night on a balcony, listening to the ocean. Sing about how my life is hectic right now. How my ex-boyfriend, who also happens to be my son's father, is back in the picture. Not to mention that he is famous.
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Teen Fiction"He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong." ~ W. H Auden. ______________________________________________________...