Here's a treat for meh devoted fans. (Let yourselves be known ;D)
The general idea of this story has been in my head for...hmm...5 months? Most of the storyline in between the beginning and a vague image of the ending I have in mind is murky so you could say that I'm still developing this story [:
It's currently 11:35pm so this will be my last act for the day (((:
Hope this will make up for my absence.
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As The Waves Crash Down...
I dug my toes further into the sand finding comfort in the coolness of it all. As I stared out into the fading sunset, the presence of unshed tears made the view cloudy and distorted. I won't let them fall. I can't let them fall. Sniffling, I pulled my knees closer to my chest and laid my head down on my knees.
I can't take this anymore. Now, more than ever, I finally understood what it was to be alone. To be completely disliked by everyone you cared about and thought cared about you. To be truly isolated and misunderstood. I can't take this anymore.
Having lost all willpower, I let the tears fall. They fell silently with the absence of the heartbreaking sobs that normally accompanied them. The occasional sniffle was all that could be heard along with the constant breaking of the waved of the sea as high tide set in. The steady stream of warm tears continued to cascade down my cheeks as I gave in to the misery I've been hiding for so long. The misery which I hid constantly under happiness that lasted for only a few moments and the most common feeling I suffered-indifference.
Some would say that I'm suffering from depression, but I call it reality coming for me and biting me in the ass. Up until now, I thought that every decision I had made was of careful thought and with best intentions in mind. But I guess I was wrong. I thought back on the call I had received just hours ago from my oldest sister. She and I always got along. Yet on that one call, it was like a flashing sign saying that everything I thought we were was a lie. She said she hated me. She hated who I was as a person and who I was as a sister. It was then and there that I decided that I wouldn't mind if I died at this very moment.
I felt the last of the tears dry up. I lifted my head and opened my eyes to what was now nighttime. The quarter moon shone a little dimmer than what it would be like when the skies became completely dark. At last, I could take a breath and not feel like I was inhaling water. The waters were now dark and the lamp posts of the nearby public beach were now lit. My spot was little far from where the general public liked to swim. I was at the end of the beach, near where the rocks and large boulders began. I was in a spot not far from the back door of my aunt's beach house.
As I watched the reflection of the moon on the water dance, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It laid on the bare skin that my black tank top exposed and the feel of that person's touch let me know exactly who it was.
"Hi Dan," I said, my voice a little hoarse.
"Hey Krys," he said.
I turned my head and saw him sit on the sand next to me. He kept his right arm around me and his hand on my shoulder.
"You know, I'm sorry," he said.
"There's nothing to be sorry about."
"Everyone deserves a chance to be heard out. To be taken seriously and given the chance to be understood. Mom always said that."
I smiled. His mom, or my aunt, has always been wise and free-spirited. She has always kept her mind open to anything and anyone, always listening to what someone had to say. That's one of the reasons I loved Aunt Maybelle. Or Aunt May, for short.
"I'm sorry you had to hear that. I didn't know that she was going to say that on the video call," I whispered. My chest was beginning to tighten. As Dan looked at my face, I'm sure he saw my eyes glisten as more tears gathered, waiting for their chance to fall.
Dan, being the amazing friend and cousin that he is, didn't say anything. He merely tightened his grip on me and rubbed my arm with his hand for comfort. I put my head on his shoulder and let my tears silently fall. No sniffles. No sobs.
"Come on, Krys. Mom has dinner ready and its getting cold out here," he said.
"But it's so pretty. And it's the only thing that's keeping me from having suicidal thoughts right now," I said. Only half joking on the last sentence.
"How about I ask mom if we can both eat out here?" he said, smiling.
I nodded eagerly.
"Stay right here and I'll be right back. Don't try and drown yourself," he said jokingly.
I chuckled. I turned my head back to the sea, taking in all the water and its beauty had to offer.
