silhouettes

in medias res

The water looks deep and inviting. Maybe I should jump. Maybe I should drown. I have never expect myself to do it. I close my eyes. Today should be the day it all ends. It had to be done. Despite my life's shit, I have always hated this lake. It was a place that encouraged my tendency to feel sad. I wouldn't want to end it here, do I? "You're scaring me" I hear from behind me.

I turned around to the person and felt confused. It was my ex-boyfriend Axl. I walked to him.

"I'm sorry," I say "What are you doing here?"

He gulped. I glance at my own reflection in the water. I'm a weak,alcoholic, skinny richie. The sun's shining less bright then it normally would do in Miami. Axl comes closer, I see the kindly glint in his eye. "I am here because I want the money," Axl bellows, in a gentle tone. He slams his fist against my chest. "You owe me, Olivia Green." I look back, scared. "Axl, I'm so sorry. It should never have happened. But I have money, you know that." I reply. With a dad as a rich laywer and a mom who's a plastic surgeon and has friends a celebs, I obviously have enough money.

We look at each other with shocked feelings. I study Axl's brown hair and manly figure. Eventually, I take a deep breath. "Listen, I need it now. Right now." he explained, in fast tones. I hand him the money. Axl looks afraid. I actually hear Axl's body shatter into 671 pieces. Then Axl hurries away into the distance. Not even a glass of wine would calm my nerves tonight.