The waves crashing against the sand were beautiful. They were so free, they were so wild. Exactly what I wanted to be. So I thought to myself; why don't I join these waves, maybe then I'd stop being held captive by sadness. I'd be free, I'd be wild. And probably happy.
I slowly walked towards the dark blue sea. It was stormy. Lightning bolts flashed across the grey sky followed by loud claps of thunder. There was a storm coming. The current in the waves were increasing. They were wilder. I just wanted to join them and be washed away with them. The sounds they were making as they rose and fell against the sand were calling me. Maya. Maya. Maya. I couldn't help but to feel wanted. What if the waves wanted me to be happy, I thought.
I turn my head to look behind me. I see a masculine silhouette standing about ten feet away. I see a slight shake of his head.
I walked closer, towards the sea in front of me. The damp sand under my feet. I continued walking then I could feel the cold feel of the sea. The water reached my shins. Then above my knees. I continued going in. It was above my torso. I shivered as the waves crashed into me. I continued walking. I felt the water around my chest region. I was cold. I persevered through the wild waves and continued walking.
Now the water was right beneath my chin. The coming waves rose above my head.
I was completely under. I tasted the saltiness of the sea. The water entered through my nose into my chest. I felt my lungs expand like a balloon filled with water. Slowing using up any oxygen. Slowly sucking the life out of me.
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A Bleak Kind Of Happy.
FanfictionMaya Hart is a sixteen year old girl dealing with the hardship of life resulting in sadness which she hides by playing happy. But sadness is not easy to overcome, causing her to easily take chances.
