The Deep Blue

2. The Mysterious Boy (Draft)

I was confused at both her and myself for even thinking that she would give me the time of day. I sat at my spot, whenever I felt sad I would sit here to calm down. Ever since I was a child this would be the place where I would just sit by the ocean and cry my eyes out. This was the only place where I somewhat felt safe if that even made sense after crying. It felt like someone was there watching over me in the distance, but I could never tell.

 The tears fell on the sand that night as I let out a loud wail. All I wanted at that moment was to just be alone as the cracks formed in the fabric of my mind. The only thing that I could remember was the wind hitting against my hair as I look up at the night sky.It just stopped raining outside as it only drizzled, small drops hitting the top of my head.

 I felt defeated and useless in this world and just wanted to go away. I asked myself questions that made me start to think, Why was I ever born this way? 

"Please just tell me what the hell am I to you?" I cried out to the sky above. "If you exist please give me just one wish"

 I looked down at my feet sobbing as nothing happend for a few minutes then a  waves of water from the ocean crashed onto my feet, getting my socks wet as a result. Just as I was about to get up from where I was sitting a boy with blond hair appears, grabbing my ankle as I turn to him.

"Please no more tears," the boy said with a soft voice.

I glanced at him, my eyes had already adjusted to see pretty much anything in the dark. With a closer look; the boy had blond hair and blue eyes with a few freckles on his face. I was afraid that he'd appeared out of nowhere, but I tried to keep calm.

He let go as I sat back down warily, confused but curious. "How did you know that I was crying?" I asked the boy.

"I always see you crying over here each night when there is no one around," he said. "Please could you stay out here with me for a little while?"

Nodding my head yes, we sat outside talking for hours and hours. I started growing suspicious that not even once did he ever get out of the water. Maybe he just liked to be in the water like that even though his skin would prune?

After talking for many hours, we left five minutes before dawn. As he went back into the water, I could not make out what else I saw as large amounts of water splashed against my body. I never knew nor questioned who that mysterious boy was that night.