Trouble

Chapter 2

          My eyes popped open, I could feel my head spinning, and my vision becoming even more blurry than it should have been. I took breathes in through my mouth, and out through my nose, trying to calm myself.
"It's not real." I repeated lightly to myself. Nightmares have never been my favorite thing. Especially when they seem almost as if they were real. As I calmed, I lifted myself out of bed. Sighing, I opened my curtains, hoping light would hit my eyes, but no. Darkness.
I peeked slightly at my clock and nodded. "Great! 3:48! I love it." I accidentally yelled. A slight pounding came from the wall next to me, followed by muffled words that I could only imagine were something along the lines of "I'm trying to sleep asshole." I huffed and laid back down in my bed. I stared at my ceiling for what seemed like hours. Spotting every imperfection and making a mental note of them. I sat up again and gave up on sleep. It wasn't going to happen any time soon.
I turned one of the many lamps on in my room so I could see what exactly it was I was doing, without feeling a terribly blinding pain. I made up my mind, and finally decided I wasn't going to stay at the house and sulk in the quiet till morning, I was going to go out and walk the beach. Nobody would be there to hear or see what I did. It's not like anyone would want to anyway, but I mean, food for thought. I grabbed one of my few sweaters and a pair of old worn out jeans, throwing them on and tying my hair up into a bun. It was a look that truly spoke to me, and everyone around me. Whether what it said about me was good or bad, I have no idea. Finally, I tied up my lucky pair of ratty white converse and my outfit was complete.
I slowly made my way downstairs trying not to wake my sister, again, or my grandma. Grabbing some paper I quickly wrote down where I was going and stuck it to the fridge, before grabbing my car keys and leaving. I hate driving in the dark. Well, I hate a lot of things, if I'm being completely honest here. I started the car up and sat in silence as I drove to the beach. I've never been one for music, or really music of this generation. I'm more into classical. It's nice not having to worry about whether the person playing has made a sex tape or did something else stupid that would make them part of the headlines.
I parked my car and got out, standing motionless in the empty parking lot and staring at the beautiful sight in front of me. The full moon reflected off of the ocean, and the stars twinkled next to it, making me smile widely. The only other time I had seen this was when I was younger and my mother had taken my sister and I to the beach to walk the board walk. Granted there were more lights that night shining from the various stores on the walk but the memories were still there.
I made my way to the edge of the water and started to walk. The smell of sea water melted away every thought I had and left the smile I had, plastered on my face. I closed my eyes and let myself walk. Not caring where I was going. Wet. Why do I feel wet. My eyes opened and I saw myself on the ground. "How in the fucking hell do I trip into water and not fucking know about it!" I yelled without realizing someone was watching. "Are you okay?" A voice spoke up as a hand reached down to help me up. I grabbed it accepting the offer and stood to my feet. "Yeah," I huffed "I'm fine, thanks." I dusted myself off and looked up making eye contact.
He smiled at me and nodded, "Good." He chuckled "What are you doing out here so late?" I shrugged "Honestly, I don't really know." He laughed again at this and introduced himself "Hi, I'm Cody."