Generation D: The Killing Floor

Chapter 2: She Sells Seashells On The Seafloor

Chapter 2: She Sells Seashells On The Seafloor

When the bus finally reached its destination, everyone was in aw of the beautiful sites that surrounded us. Robert had fallen asleep, but the sound of the screeching hault and everyone's harmony of amazement quickly woke him up. The sun was  a third of the way done setting, a shimmering red and orange ilt sky danced before our eyes. Every student rushed off the bus to stand by the edge of the concrete that spereated the parking lot, the dock, and the water below us. Pointing and discussing, each person took hold of its beauty and sketched the sky with their fingers.

I was the last to finally hop off the bus, grabbing my overnight bag from under the bus seat and swinging it over my shoulder. I stood the furthest from the crowd and stared off at the sky whose sun was waving goodbye to me. I couldn't help, but felt a sense of sadness flow through my body. I knew that as soon as we boarded the ship that would take us to our next destination, Robert would never say a word to me again. He'd probably find some new girl to chat up with, realize they're more funny, mature, exciting, and let's not forget attractive and seek shelter in their company. I had lost myself before and looking at the students that surrounded me reminded my mind of how unaccomplished I really was, I felt worthless and misplaced. I tilted my head down, begging that the nightmare would end somehow, take me away from here. I'm never very emotional, no, I rarely cried in front of people, showing my weaknesses was never an approval, but I'd already given up on life multiple times, multiple chances to end it all.

Beep. Beep. I can hear everyone's eyes and smell everyone's heart beat, I could taste everyone's fear, but I felt everyone's thoughts. They stared at me, this poor, poor girl. Pity and sadness swallowed their minds, but I was just another case. What did I live for? I lived for nothing. Being in the hospital room, I knew exactly what was going on out in the waiting room. Tears, regret, guilt, and it was all my fault. Beep. Beep.

I put settled my bag down beside me and leaned my stomach and thighs on the railing, pressing my elbows on its cold metal frame. I stared off at the sky and waited for the first call to board the ship. I looked over at Robert who was chatting it up with a few guy friends that he had probably met this evening and a few girls. He laughed as one of the guys punched him softly in the arm and the aching hitting my body told me to look away. Something didn't feel right in the air or maybe I was just paranoid.

A loud horn blasted loudly and everyone quickly jumped at the sound. It was either fear or excitement, I couldn't tell. The loading dock's bridge slowly lowered and we realize the vacation was about to begin.

'Alright kids! Grab your overnight bags off the bus and board the ship as soon as the captain gives the okay.' Everyone pushed off the railing and stumbled to the bus, like mad dogs, they raided the bus to grab their bags. I began walking towards the ship slowly, dragging my feet reluctantly as I slumped my bag over my shoulder, trying to keep balance and weight. I would be the first to board, I felt special. I look up at the bridge as the captain, an older man with pale skin whose drooping face resembled dying skin and lapping molded clay, waved the okay. When I began to pick up speed, I felt a long arm reach around my back, slowly controlling my neck. I lost my balance and leaned into the body in which the arm had retracted from, my head falls into their chest and the smell catches my sense again, Robert.

'Aye little buddy. Where do you think you're going?' He said as I regain balance. I catch the smile on his face, he's just one happy fella', isn't he?

'On the ship, duh?' I rebuttal carefully. He laughed to himself.

'Not without me you're not.' A few of his buddies rode up behind him and pat him on the back while one exchanged punches on her arms. What's with the punching arm thing, is this like the official male sign of approval? He immediately returned the punches with a light attack to the guys' abdomen and they both chime in with a chuckle.