Seaside - n.h.

three.

It's been very hard.

I've cried at least 3 times a day. I can't stop missing her. Two weeks have passed and nothing has happened. I've informed the police, but even they can't find her.

All I feel is dispair and hopelessness. I can't really think, either. I'm living and doing shit, but I'm living and doing shit without her, which is so much worse.

I can't even focus in school anymore, so I don't even go. Now that people know that she's not coming back, all that they give me are looks of pity. It doesn't help. Nothing does.

It's 10:43 A.M. at the moment and I am currently alone by the seaside, neglecting the fact that I need to be in school. I don't skip everyday of course, just every Thursday. That was our day. That was when she finally agreed to go out with me, that was first time I kissed her, that was the day she said "I love you" back. She left on a Sunday, though.

I begin to cry again, thinking of her. My tears don't go much farther than my chin, but I feel like they're making the tide come in faster. It's like that cool feeling you have on a windy day and you're mad, so it feels like you're controlling the speed of the wind and it almost is as satisfying as screaming out why you're mad.

"Hey, are you okay?"

I nearly scream in fright.

Ok, I do scream. But you would too because for all I know, whoever this bitch is could be a serial killer and there ain't no way I'm going down without a fight. Even if that means screaming.

"Woah, calm down. Don't scream, I'm not going to hurt you," They, or she- because-I've-figured-out-that-their-voice- is-feminine say.

I turn around and look at my possible murderer, but I realize that my possible murderer is also the girl I ran into the other day. Shit. What if I tore her ACL or something and she's out to kill me?

"Um?" Is all I can say, because I'm fucking stupid and she's walking towards me and oh my god did she seriously just sit her butt down next to me? Oh girl, you've gotta be kiddin' me.

"Why are you crying?" She asks.

"I'm not?" That's bullshit.

"That's bullshit." She says with a laugh.

Holy shit did that just happen? Well fuck, I didn't think telepathy was for real.

"How so?" I ask.

"You have stains on your crotch." She says simply.

My eyes widen in embarrassment/horror. "What?! No, I-"

She laughs. "Jesus, dude, I was kidding. Oh Lord. No, for real I can tell because 1.) Your nose is red and puffy 2.) So are your eyes and 3.) Your cheeks are pink. Why are you crying?"

"I really do not want to talk about it."

"Oh, okay."

I look at her in confusion.

"What?" She asks as she looks back at me.

"You're not gonna force me to tell you?" I ask.

"Um, no? Privacy, duh. I thought everyone knew that."

"It seems like you're the only one." I say and stare ahead.

"True. It's probably because I value privacy above all else."

"Oh."

"So," she says. "Why aren't you in school, Niall?"

Not to be rude, but the reason why I come to the seaside is so that I don't have to go through conversations like these. This girl seems nice or whatever, but I'm kind of going through a mental depression, so could she please not.

"I have a rare toe fungus that's extremely contagious. They wouldn't let me in." I shrug.

"I see. Why aren't I infected yet?"

I glance at her appearence and quickly say, "It only affects those wearing blue."

"Everyone is wearing blue today?"

"Yeah; it's national-stand-up-for-bullies day. And why aren't you in school?"

She smiles. "Simple. I don't want to be there."

"Oh. So why are you here?"

"I smelled your toe infection from two miles away."

"It does that sometimes."

With that, she laughs. Her laugh is very high pitched and ringy like annoying windchimes. It echos off all the rocks and it seems to blow my hair back a little. Woah.

"School sucks. That's why I'm not there right now." She tells me.

I disregard what she has just told me as I realize that I don't even know her name. "What's your name?" I ask.

"Adelaide Szhort."

"Adelaide Short?"

"No, there's a 'z' in it, so the combination of the 's' and the 'z' make a 'sizz'." Adelaide explains.

"Short?"

"Szhort."

"So you don't make a 'sh' sound?"

"Yes you do, you just add a bit of a zing to the 's'."

I stare at her. "That's fucking confusing."

Adelaide shrugs. "Blame my German ancestors."

I sort of smile.

"Maybe you should go. I feel my toe fungus starting to infect. It's likes to take over me from time to time. Really annoying when you want to talk to someone, but hey, life sucks."

I hope she takes that as a cue to leave.

"Bro," she says. Bro..? "I have no where else to go. I know that's an invitation to leave but I'm declining politely so-" she makes a fart noise.

I groan. "Ok, I know this is rude to say, but-"

"Then don't say it." Adelaide interrupts simply, picking at a hang nail. Why is she like this?? I'm deleting.

"But-"

"I know you're about to say something rude because you've already admitted it, so just save it. I know you want to be alone right now because I'm not stupid, but sometimes being alone doesn't do shit."

"It does for me."

"Alright, well you can deal with that skipper." She stands up and brushes off her bum and legs. "Later skater."

And then, before I can say another thing, Adelaide weird-last-name-Szhort is gone. But I don't think that will be the last I see of her.