I took a seat by the shore and just let the beautiful midnight waves crash onto my legs. I didn't care that my jeans were getting wet and dirty by the sand that has now turned into mud. I didn't care. This was my bliss.
I laid down on the cold wet sand and closed my eyes. As I lie there and soak up that beach smell, I realize how pretty life can be. Everything seen and unseen. It's all amazing..I could also just be soaked up in how beautiful and peaceful this beach is at night.
I sat up quickly, looking around, I don't know if it was just me but I heard the rustling and cracking of twigs. There's no way someone's here this late..It's nearly midnight and it's a school night. I looked behind me and saw that it was just a stupid seagull picking up branches and rummaging for some food..
..So I threw it some oysters.
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That night I went back home and just waited for the 'you could've been raped' lecture. Or the even better 'someone could've killed you' lecture. Honestly, I was ready for both considering I know what they were gonna say. I opened the front door and was welcomed by two 'furious' parents who looked a bit too eager to say what they were waiting to say. "Go on. Say it. Tell me I could've been raped. Tell me someone could've killed me. Mom, Dad, you seem to say the same things over and over. But I've been going down the same path for the past year now, and nobody is ever there. Give it up." I made my way towards the wooden stairs we've had..for what looked like a fucking decade until my dad stopped me angrily. "Every night is a different night. How do you know someone isn't waiting for you to hurt you?" He's right.. "I don't know. I guess that's just what's so mysterious about life, dad. Nobody can tell the future. Not you, not mom, not God, not anyone." I turned by back to him and ran up the stairs to my bedroom.
I can tell they were getting fed up with me. Honestly, who wouldn't? I was annoying, stubborn, disobedient and behaved badly. All I was, was a eighteen year old, who wanted nothing but love and people who actually care..for once. I'm determined to get what I want..one way or another.
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seashells - l.h
Fanfiction'in which a lonely soul meets another on the same bench by the shore every night at midnight' xx.a