My long lost mind

Chapter 1

Memories over took my mind as I stepped barefoot onto the warm sand of California’s least known beach, memories of myself as a child running away from my older brother Jeffrey splashing me with the cold ocean water. Memories of Jeffrey holding my son in the water as I held a camera, teaching the “born to be a surfer” son how to surf. Memories of when I met his fiancée Madeline and their daughter. Saying goodbye too them too often.

I returned to the beach where I had lost them both, the beach that held so many great memories that I wished so hard to forget. I couldn’t forget them though, which was the bad thing. Jeffrey had died, they all had died. God had cursed me with surviving the accident which killed the three of them, mourning was the worst sorrow I had been dealt.

I looked to the ocean, Jeffrey smiled at me. He brushed his bleach blond hair off of his tanned skin; he wore khaki shorts and a dark blue Abercrombie shirt. My mind often fooled me with images that weren’t real, but Jeffrey was there, I knew he was really there.

Jeffrey was dead, gone, playing cards with god. Dead is what I presumed him as.

“Was” He waved me over to him; his smile was kind and inviting, as it always was. Jeffrey looked just liked he did the last time I saw him. My mind often played tricks on me, but I knew this was real, he was right there.

Without thinking, I automatically threw my tan beach bag to the sand, tears filled dry red eyes. I kicked off my flip flops and ran to him. With my arms wide open, I jumped into his muscular arms, only to fall to the sand.

I sat half way up, supporting my body with my arm, and looked around. I coughed, bursting out into an unbearable cry. “Jeffrey?” I mumbled hoarsely, spitting out the loneliness and desperation I had felt for 2 years now. I breathed in, almost panting in remorse from weeping, “good job, Markee, make a bigger fool of yourself.”

“Excuse me? Are you alright?” I looked up, a deep voiced pale man stood. “May I?” he asked reaching his hand out to help me up, I nodded and accepted the help.

“Thanks.” I replied awkwardly then dusted off my denim knee high shorts.  I observed the stranger closely, he had long dark brown hair that nearly passed his eyes in the front, his lips were thin and a lip ring on the right side of his lower lip. He was wearing black shorts with a short sleeve Panic!  At The Disco Shirt. I could only see a few tattoos on his arms and one on his ankle. 

He smiled, “nothing like falling face first into the sand.” I chuckled awkwardly, crossing my arms, and standing uprightly. “So, do you live near here or are you just visiting for the whales like other teenage girls will.”

“No, I used to you live here a sometime ago. Just visiting old, undisturbed memories.” There was something about him, it was comforting. I felt completely safe and alright with this stranger who took a leap of faith to help a lonely 21 year old.

He cough, “sorry” I shook his hand “Im Mitchell. Mitchell Green.” Mitchell spoke quickly and smiled a wide grin that didn’t seem his smile, but was clearly gorgeous.

“Benson, Markee Benson.” I cockily stated as James Bond would, hopefully he got the joke. 

“James bond? You know your movies?” Mitchell questioned, I nodded. “You know, im quite a movie fanatic myself. Almost obsessive, my roommate thinks I have a problem.”

I stood more comfortably, “I wouldn’t say I’m obsessed, id say more of a one ended relationship.”

“How do you know, I happen to go to a beach I haven’t been to in years, meet a beautiful girl, and start a wonderful friendship with this beauty.”Mitchell flipped his bangs, “What about that.”