Revive (Book Two)

Chapter Thirteen: Session

Chapter thirteen: Session

There was a lot of beaches here. I suppose that was the expense paid when you lived on an island. I got out of my truck and put my black hood up to block my head away from the spitting rain tumbling down from the grey sky. Pulling out a fresh stick, I put the end in my mouth and lit it as I was walking, mentally cursing as it dampened. The smoke whirled around me, dancing in the light breeze.

I glanced down at my boots that were changing colour as the light beige sand hit the dark black material, sticking as the weather made everything around me damp. I travelled along the  deserted beach by myself for what felt like a lot longer than it needed to be. I was out of place, I didn't belong here, but I couldn't stop my legs from moving because my head just wouldn't shut up.

I glanced at the gloomy sky while blowing out a puff. Light rain trickled on my face and I squinted, attempting to find the sun that was masked behind the clouds.

The last time I went to a beach, I was with her.

Thankfully, getting my hands a little dirty never bothered me. I kept my second smoke in between my lips and put my lighter back in my pocket before letting my rough hands place firmly on the large jaded rocks, mucked up with sand and water from the rain and the ocean. I lifted myself up, climbing up the rocks, higher and higher. They grew larger, creating a cliff the higher I climbed. If I were to fall, I'd hit either the rocks below and reach my plummeting death, or I'd be met with water with high tide waves, then perhaps drown.

I grunted as I reached my arms all the way up to grab onto the top of the rock; Stretching this far was still painful. My knee caught my fall and I found the top of where I wanted to be. I looked out at the view of the water surrounding me, everywhere I turned, there was barely any sight of civilization, just how I liked it.

The waters below stretched as far as the eye could see, light blues, turning into dark blues as the sky above grew angry and glum. I took a large breath with a shaky exhale. I wish I could've found serenity in the opportunity given to me to see such a sight, but I was met with nothing but the same emotion as the sky above.

I sat down, my boots reaching the edge of the cliff as I gazed into the ocean. The light sound of rain hitting the rocks and the waters were the only thing keeping me from dissociating completely. I wiped my hands on my black jeans, ridding the mud I've encountered and grew annoyance that my eyelashes were long enough to stick to my bottom lashes, wet from the rain.

I pulled out a wire from my back pocket with a small rectangle dangling at the bottom. My hands were shaken as I set it down beside me. I pressed play and closed my eyes.

"You're not going to kill me."

"You really want to test that?" My voice appeared.

The sound of my gun clicking had my eyes close tighter.

"One green eye and one blue... You're too good of a person to truly kill another... Elias Kingsley."

With my eyes closed, I wasn't on the top of a cliff anymore, surrounded by beauty. I was in that dingy house that had years of cigarettes seeping out of the walls.

"Please don't kill me... Please don't shoot me! Eli please! Don't hurt me... I'm a good person, please! I'm scared! Stop, please! Please don't kill me!"

His face, clear as day was still haunting behind my eyes. He grinned.

"Just put the gun down... No!"

The gun went off, followed by the oozing sound of a body being slumped to the ground.

My eyes remained closed as tight as I could let myself. I pressed play again.