The Deep Blue

3. Beach Buddies (Draft)

As time passed by with weeks soon turning to months and months turning to years. Living alone in that place at a very young age made things very hard. Never knowing the joys of having a family and feeling like he belonged anywhere. This would eat away at me like a parasite for many years, suppressing the pain best way I could. I knew at the end of it all that I could never just simply run away from my problems.

Deciding to grow my hair all the way out to represent my pain letting it go down to my back. While over time long time developing a toned body with abs, things seemed to just fall in place as I focused on whats in front of me the whole time (A great big Ocean that has yet to be fully explored) My passion of surfing would soon begin to fill the void. Waiting for the perfect wave to ride on, as it began to take away all of my worries. Feeling that passion and energy flow throughout my body.

Life inside of the private two story beach home with several different rooms. An indoor pool and everything money could buy, but something was missing that I wanted more than this. Everything that a kid like me would dream of I have growing up. That was a purpose in life and what I live for. Soon I found my purpose and it was the Ocean, swimming in the deep blue as my love for it grew.

As this is what I wanted to do no what I am going to do for the rest of my life. Live free without having to be controlled by people wanting me to act a certain way. Even with my dream and passion I still felt something was missing in my heart.

One day after deciding to hit the waves alone at sea on a sunny afternoon. Putting the shark necklace on for good luck and protection from bad karma. Hitting the ocean with my surf board as the waves begin to pick up speed. Looking up at the sky as the waves begin to close in on me. Closing my eyes hopefully trying to get out of its trap, looking over at the light in the tunnel, but sadly being too slow. The waves threw me off of the board and into the water

At the time I did not know that I would meet him, a guy with blond hair leaning toward the rocks, out in the deep blue. His eyes blue as the clear water and his pearly white teeth as he smiled. During that time I could not just express how I felt to a straight guy especially if he found out that I was gay, in fear I simply did not go toward him.

That would end up being one of my regrets, after spending a long while in the ocean, deciding to head home from being outside in the pitch black and shower. That is when I saw him, at first what it seemed to be a form of something until I got up close to see clearly, a guy with blond hair lying on the sand covered in seaweed and blood. Quickly heading toward the shore dropping my board in the water rushing toward guy.

Looking into his eyes as I flash the light from my watch at him, making sure that he is still alive. As both of his pupils dilate at the light while holding his head up.

"I'm gonna take you inside and see whats wrong with you so please stay with me I know a little bit about this stuff" I reassured him as he grabbed my arm.

My eyes widen as I flash the light down with blood drenched on his lower body with the details hard to tell. "Oh god I need to call the ambulance over as well "

Picking him up from the sand, feeling heavy as I begin to feel fish scales on his lower half. Wondering what has he been doing to have scales on his body, maybe he might have been thrown into a bucket of fish scales. No that would be stupid. What if he scrapes them off and glue each one onto his lower half for some crazy and sick fetish. No why am I thinking like this of course he doesn't do crap like that.

Taking him inside of my home turning on the lights in the living room. Gently laying him on the couch and rushing into the kitchen for some peroxide and that medical kit I use when I hits those rocks while surfing.