Hollow Highs [h.s]

14.

The cool air brushed against her skin delicately. Her feet were buried in the moist sand, the sensation of the falling waves growing more prominent.

Soon, the water would wash away the sand on her feet. The bind holding her together would dissolve because of the water that crashed relentlessly.

The strongest of rocks whiter away when waves, the ones with all power and the one with no power keep hitting them on and on.

The same earthly boulders would soon turn into small rocks.

From there, those small rocks would turn into tiny little pebbles and that no one pays mind to except a few children who have this vague interest of collecting them, only to dispose them off later on.

Those small pebbles would turn into soil. They would become the ground on which people walk.

A thing once so invincible, sooner or later shall become something insignificant.

It's the way of life after all.

The big burly rocks we see at the shore, the ones which our mothers specially tell us to avoid for they are capable of immense power, will become the soil beneath us.

We won't be able to make out which rock is which, when it turns into negligible dust. For new rocks shall arise, bigger and more prominent ones.

Thats what Eliana felt. She felt defeated.

The tide that had been crashing against her for so long had finally broken and withered her down to nothing. She no longer is that strong, dauntless and unyielding rock.

She's afraid of things no one at her age should be of. She wasn't supposed to be this kind of tired at such a young age.

And the beauty of it all was, no one knew what she was hiding or the demons that roamed so freely in the stitches of her soul.

The moonlight shone bright down on her. Her hair blew backwards, framing her face, as if she were some carefully sculpted human anatomy figure.

The cool air tickled her skin pleasantly. She swayed on her feet, bathing in the black hole that seemed to never leave her. It followed her wherever she went, as a nightmare, as a reminder and as an unforgettable warning of terror.

She could hear the distant shouts and exclamations of people around her. But it was only white noise for her.

She craved silence but it was the silence that amplified the situation for her. She yearned for silence but it was the silence that depressed her.

The sounds of people singing, the radio static, an off tune guitar formed certain walls around her. Inside those walls, was a chaos of all noise and outside was blissful harmony.

Eliana always seemed to be stuck inside those walls.

The quaint sounds of waves crashing with the occasional thick chirping of seagulls surrounded her. Hampton's looked nothing but the epitome of serenity and calm at night.