My whole body shuddered as a responce to the thick dark liquid that lapped my feet. The sea layed infront of me, the glaring moon above gave the only light upon the sea, only allowing the light to dance apun the wrinkled surface, it reminded me of the fish you could find underneath. Usaully in the day you could see the coral, the rocks as well as hundreds of fish, but that was not what attracted me to come here.
I allowed my feet to lead the way. It was cold. But my heart was warm. The sea lapped over me within seconds, i felt my head being burried under the waves but i soon shot straight back up to feel myself being drowned by the sound of the waves. I loved comming here at night, it was peacful and even the sea felt more accepting at night. The sea sounded so calm tonight, usually i would swim around but tonight felt different, I felt like it was the last day of my life. So i treated it like it was. The waves almost tripped me onto my back, my eyes drifting down to feather my lower eye lids, my tips of my dark treacle hair tickle my tanned skin gave me a terrifying sensation, except it was not my hair. My toes, staight through to my fingertips tingled with fear aswell, my eyes shot open along with all my sences. I forced my body to stand up, my chestnut eyes surveying the 'black-poisoned-sea' my toes hovering over the sea floor.
Fish scrapped the skin from my legs, but the pain was not in my legs, but my heart. The water splashed around me where my arms flew through the air to drag my self to my pile of clothes (not forgetting that my phone was in that pile...) that laid messily along the soft shore of the beach.
A shock of pain went to my heart, completely stopping me from breathing, but i did not stop my voyage and soon enough i was at a shallow enough point to fall to my knees. Without even thinking i took i husky breath in, only to stop again. I cradled my self on the shore with fish pecking at me, let alone the fact that the shells were cutting into my skin. I carried on the process of taking in a breath of air then stopping again, it must of been around 10 minutes now where i had been suffocating so with the annoyance of waiting for what must of been my death, i grapped a shell and my muscels in my hand twitched in an attempt to keep hold of the damn thing. In the distance i could hear my phone ringing, but for once in my life, it was my least of my problems. I finally got a grasp on the shell to drive it in to my heart. But there was no need.
My whole body shoke making ripples the water, a splash near by stung in my ears with water suddenly drowning my body. I saw the finishing off by the splash from the single droplet flying in the air, then my head was submerged by the cold lucid water only to watch the shell sink, which was most probably is what caused the splash. My toes curled, my fingers dug into the dense sand from the sea floor with no control over my body. Deep red came from my; nose, ears, mouth i watched blood rise to the surface as my body grew calm, yet numb. I did not have the power to swim up so i just watched the blood rise from me, to the surface of the sea, it swam on the surface like oil on water, but this soon faded since my eyes began to blur. I knew this was the end so i just relaxed, my heart which was once warm now stung, but my body which was cold is now at peace. My last moments though were the strangest.
I could just hear the muffled sound of my phone ringing from the sea. It had to of ended soon but the last blurs i saw was a sheet of blood raising from me, in the shape of me, although the shape changed into a 3D repleca of my body, still made of blood. I saw it float above me, the blood that floated around it from my face was obsorbed by this thing. It suddenly started to grow: skin, nails, and hair. It now was me. It was me, but with blood red eyes.
My blurred eyes shut, my phone stopped ringing, my ears rang like crazy, my blood was now a monster. Even though all this may of seem mad, it was not the strangest part yet. What ever this thing was that was staring right at me now started to move. It's arm seemed to stretch for a mile, then it grabbed something. It then came to realisation that my eyes where still shut but i could still see, i knew this was real because what the blood copy of me had showed me was my phone, a red bar stretched across the screen simply reading:
'Coral
1 voice mail'
Coral was my sister and it pained me to know that even if this is a dream now, that monster that formed was definitely real, so i am defintely dead, it sunk into me that i could not say bye. To any-one. Everything went black but i could just hear my dad's voice almost scared screaching through my brain. He was not here though, i knew that, it was from my phone. He must of been using my sister's phone.
'Hey sweet-heart, em well there has kinda been an accident. We were just driving and this lorry just turned and drove into us, i swear i haven't been drinking! I know you may not believe this but this driver...'
My dad cut off then, suddenly laughing but he was not happy, i could here his laugh shaken with fear.
'... This driver....'
He sighed, i started to mumble under my breath to hurry up and spit it out because i knew i did not have much longer left.
'...she looked like you but, em she kinda had em, like, em, she kinda had blood red eyes, who ever that was, they has seriously hurt your sister.'
The answer phone cut-off.
'You have no more messages, press 1 to re-'
It was then my heart gave away, this thing had already hurt my family, and now i'm dead, it will ruin all that i have made of my life...not that i've done alot in my life.
