Riptide | #wattys2016

friends and foes,

[ u n e d i t e d ]

IT was my first official day in Los Angeles, and my aunt had already managed to upset me.

She brought up a topic that was quite touchy and it turned into an argument. I had asked Andre if there was a nearby beach and he said just down the road, so I slipped into my white bikini, shoving on a coverup and heading to the beach with a towel in hand.

"Lady, running down to the riptide," I sung the song softly, I admit I have a nice voice but I was not amazing. Once I reached the beach I hummed the tune to riptide by vance joy, slipping off my cover up and swimming out into the deep water.

There was a wave going over me, about to take me under. I let it, holding my breath and closing my eyes as I felt myself being pulled under by the whirlpool of water. What was I doing here? Am I trying to fix myself, make myself a better person? I allow my body to go limp in the water, letting nature bring me to the surface as thoughts rushed through my head. I could feel the air being drained from my lungs, but I felt no need to swim to the surface to gasp for air. I was at home, at peace.

Soon my face broke through the water and I inhaled a deep breath, the ocean air rushing into my lungs and fulfilling my bodies urge to breathe. My dirty blonde, almost light brunette locks clung to my head, dripping with the salt water. I simply floated on the surface of the water, waiting for another wave to crash down on me, to take me under where I could get lose and be sucked into the oblivion of my thoughts that could possibly ruin me.

I felt myself go under once again and I suck in a breath, my body floating limply under the water as my thoughts flowed through my head, my eyes darting back and forth under my eyelids, looking into complete darkness.

Was it my fault? My fault, for wishing that she never existed in this world that is so shitty? 

I sigh internally, I was always in a constant battle with my demons and angels. I didn't know which side was right anymore - I can't choose both, but if I do what my demons tell me the people around me fade away and I become distant, cold hearted and decisive. But, if I were to choose to conform with what my angels want me to do, I have no fun, no thrill in life - no adrenaline rushes from jumping off of cliffs or jumping out of airplanes and falling to your doom.

I feel myself surface once again, but this time instead of letting the wave take me under I open my eyes, beginning to head back to the shore. I didn't know what it was, but the sound of the waves crashing against the cliffsides' and jagged rocks was one of the few things that could make me feel at peace. 

I began walking from the water, my green eyes gazing around at the beach as I inhaled a breath of the ocean air. My toes dug into the gorgeous orange and yellow colored sand, every now and then a small wave of the clear, blue ocean water would hit the back of my calves lightly, sending me slightly off balance. 

I closed my eyes, letting the breeze hit my body, making me shiver every now and then. But, as always my moment had to be ruined as a feminine voice rang through the air, "Hey, you new around here?" My eyes cracked open to look at the girl, she had gorgeous olive skin, much like mine. She ran her free hand threw her long and soaked brunette hair, her blue eyes staring at me as if they were staring into my soul. Her eyes were so bright, they say the eyes are the window too a persons' soul and I completely agree.

"Yeah," my voice came out velvety and smooth, much to my surprise I didn't stutter or hesitate to speak. The girl smiled and a smile tugs at the corners of my lips but I refuse to allow it to, "My names Bree," she holds out a hand and I shake it cautiously.