The Deep Blue

1.2 Broken (Draft)

    At the age of eleven, Father moved me to the island nation of Ventura Hills; safe from her tyrannical grip. It was the only option that he had in order to save me. At the time I did not understand what was going on. I thought that maybe Father and I would live together away from her, but I was only half right.

I was settled into a beach house off the coast of the Hoshi ocean, with beautiful weather and a nice beach. Father hired several maid and cooks who were just there for the money. I knew what his true intentions were, but I still only wanted him to love me. Yet I kept my mouth shut and have regretted it ever since.

I lived in that beach house alone, though surrounded by the maids who were not as nice as the ones at my old home. I took refuge in my room for long periods of time just staring outside the glass sliding door in my room that lead outside to the beach.

I would wonder to myself what it would be like to actually be someone else for a change, as I saw the many faces out there feeling happy. I felt that I did not deserve to be happy, A I thought to myself that I would never be good enough for anyone.

After a lot of consideration I stepped foot outside to see a boy with bleached hair go into the ocean and rode the many waves. It lit a spark in my heart and drove me to try it.

That would be the only way that I could get my mind off a lot of things at the time. I met the boy and ever since then everything became history. We were both the same age and born on the same exact month. He shared the same interests that I had as well. He even taught me how to surf and swim as I had never had to learn. He was very patient with me even though he could at times annoy me. I still found him to be my only friend.

It seemed that would begin to get better until out of nowhere one day, she showed up. After she had dismissed the maids and cook out of of the house, she proceeded to look around the house. Looking for something as she walked; she did not come to see me. Why would she?

At the time I was stupid enough to believe that maybe I could make peace with her. All I just really wanted was for her to not be so angry at me and just let it all go, but I was a fool.

I took a deep breath and as she went up the stairs, I uttered, "Mother, I do not want to waste your time, but..."

She stopped mid-way up the steps and said, "You already have." She then faced me as her eyes began to bore into the fabric of my soul.

Shattering every my entire thought process as I quivered in fear, forgetting everything that I was gonna say to her. I thought that maybe she would at least hear me out and come to an understanding.

"Why do you continue to treat me this way, Moth--"

"I heard enough of your pitiful, little, barking noise, now make yourself useful like the bitch who abandoned you and get out of my sight." She shouted with authority. I could not take any more of it.

Everything that I thought would happen had gone the wrong direction. I had hoped that at least maybe she would love me. I stared directly at the steps with steam coming out my nose.

"What did you call her...," I growled, clenching my fist and gritting my teeth.

"If I valued your life, I'd encourage you to leave before I hurt you," she ordered as I turned and decided to walk away.

Storming out of the house as I slammed the door as hard as I could, which almost knocking the frame off. As my heart and mind began to process what was going on, I began to bawl my eyes out while headed toward the docks. Broken once again by her, just when I thought life would get better.

That night; something happened to me that would forever leave a lasting effect for the rest of my life. He would be the one who would eventually reach out his hand and grab me from the darkness.