Waves

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE COVER OF THIS BOOK. Thanks, please continue ;)

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The water feels ice cold, freezing every bone and cell in my body. I know that there's something I should remember right now, but I just can't find it in me to care. I take in a deep breath and smell the salt on the air. I feel the wind rush through my hair, and I can hear the waves crashing onto the beach. I soak it all in, and surprisingly nothing disturbs me. I look up and stare at the dark clouds hovering over the ocean, and I can faintly hear a commotion behind me. I ignore it though, I don't want to ruin this peace I've found.

Lightly I trail my fingers through the water and let the waves carry me off to a calm, peaceful place. As I stand there a thought pops into my head. Just walk. If you just keep walking everything will go away. You won't have to be worried any more, or scared. Just walk, and keep walking. The idea sounds very appealing. Slowly I walk forward until the water's up past my belly button. I hesitate for a second, knowing that if I go something bad might happen. I feel a memory scratching at me, trying to get out, but nothing comes. Whatever it is I can't remember it no matter how hard I try.

I shake my head, close my eyes, and listen to my surroundings. I can almost taste the salt in the air, and that commotion in the background won't go away. I shake my head. Tentatively I put one foot in front of the other, and walk farther into the iciness of  the ocean. This time I don't stop, and I can feel the water rise. To my chin, my mouth, the commotion getting louder the deeper I go. Now it's at the tip of my nose, my eyelashes, eyebrows, forehead, and then I'm under. Once I'm under I just let go, and I start to slowly drift down to the bottom of my icy coffin. I feel my lungs start to burn, and open my eyes staring at the darkness around me. After a while they begin to sting, and I close them again.

Smiling I sink farther, and farther down. I feel my arms and legs clam up, and I know that I wouldn't be able to move them even if I wanted to. The cold feels welcome to my skin, as if it's some long lost friend. Again I feel a memory scratching  to get out, and frustrated I push it away. I don't want anything to ruin my peace. The cold wraps around me like a blanket, the darkness trying to welcome me into unconsciousness, and I can hear the whisper of fish urging me on. Completely relaxed I let go, and sink into the darkness and whatever might come with it.

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1  MONTHS EARLIER

"LILLY!"

I hurry to turn around knowing I'm going to be attacked in a few seconds. As soon as I've turned around I practically get tackled by one of my best friends, Jemma.  Carrie is right behind her, and she calmly comes up to give me a hug. I love my besties, but they're complete opposites. Where Jemma is very dramatic, Carrie is very calm and collected. Jemma is very emotional, whereas Carrie tends to hold in what she feels. They make the perfect team, and with me I've been told that I'm compassionate, caring, and considerate. Jemma has jet-black hair and caramel-brown eyes, Carrie has light brown hair with topaz-blue eyes, and I have beach-blonde hair with  emerald-green eyes. We look like  complete opposites, but we're like sisters. We all stand there for a second and stare up at the high school.

We're now seniors, and it's the first day of school. I look at each of them, Jemma on my left, Carrie on my right, and we head into the school. I can feel the stares of some kids. I try to ignore it, and head for my first block. Carrie and Jemma both say a quick goodbye, and head their own way. I'm one of the first people to class, and I quickly slide into a seat at the back. I pull out my sketch book, and pencil waiting for class to start. I can hear the shuffle of feet as kids file in, and a couple minutes later the bell screams out telling us to get to class. I look up at the teacher, and after I see I won't have to be doing anything but listening I turn back to my sketchbook.