The sea was calm, the waves lapping gently at the shore. My body welcomed the rush of warm air, the scent of salt stinging my nose ever so slightly. It was beautiful out here, the perfect place to spend time at after graduation. All the stress of high school over, freedom so close you could just reach out and take it in your hands. I wanted to laugh out loud.
Of course, I didn't. My family was only about a half a block away and they already thought I was crazy enough.
I stretched me arms out around me, my fingertips dancing playfully in the silver moonlight. It was so peaceful.
Suddenly a screech echoed from beside me, loud and agonizing. I whipped my head around to see a woman sprinting towards me. Her mouth was agape, her teeth bared. Long black hair flew out behind her.
I squinted my eyes, trying to get a better look at her features. But before I could, she had already gotten too close. She slammed into me, dragging me down into the sand, still hot from the sun. I heard the snap of her jaw right next to my ears, her teeth grazing my neck. She was trying to bite me.
I attempted to roll her off, but her limp arms clung to me making it impossible. I started screaming. My voice cracked, my lungs burning from the effort of keeping her sharp jagged teeth away from my skin. Her breath was unbearable, the stench almost causing me to vomit.
Finally her grip loosened slightly. I took the advantage, reaching for a sharp sea shell glinting next to me. Her teeth fell within inches of my throat.
The tip of the shell had just barley grazed my fingertips when I felt the prick of teeth piercing my skin. I started screaming again, pain shooting through my neck and chest.
Using what strength I had, I gripped the sea shell and rammed it into her skull. She struggled, so I plunged it deeper, dark blood leaking onto my hands and shirt.
After a few more terrifying moments her body went limp. I shoved her corpse off and stood, only I couldn't keep the vomit from rising I'm my throat. I puked. My stomach burned but was no where near the pain in my neck. With shaking fingers I cautiously felt my skin. There was a few holes, no chunk taken out, but I'd still been bitten. Blood made my fingers look dark. I wanted to cry but the shock prevented it.
I stood there for a couple minutes, staring blankly at this woman I'd just killed. Or maybe all I did was help her. I couldn't wrap my mind around what I was seeing. This couldn't be happening, not to me and not now.
When I eventually stumbled my way home, the bleeding had stopped but the wound still ached. I tried not to think about it. The beach house was noiseless, no signs of any one being there. I side stepped an over turned table, and heard the crunch of glass.
The house was a mess, everything scattered and torn. Windows shattered, tables flipped. But with all the damage, I still wasn't as shocked as what I saw covering almost every object. Blood. Everywhere.
The fear ate away at my stomach. I couldn't bring myself to look in any of the other rooms. Instead I grabbed a few knives from the counter and ran from the house. I had no where to go exert home, which was miles away.
