Disgusting

What is your average day at the beach like? Is it full of hot babes, bikinis, fun in the sun and heaps sick waves? Do you just lay on the sand and tan in the sun? Perhaps you simply stand in the shade and watch everyone? Well my experience of beach days seems to be very different to yours then.

So last week, I was dragged to the beach with some friends of mine. Now these guys were, I now know, not a good gang to roll with as you'll also pick up throughout the story. Anyway, these guys dragged me to the beach for what was supposed to be the "time for girls" as Mark would put it. The forecast for the day said light rain and overcast but I went anyway, as you do when you're fearful of being known as the introvert that you are.

So we got on the train and when we were halfway to the beach's station, the cops entered our carriage. Now me, I had no need to panic but the rest of the group was suspicious. They were fidgeting and looking around anxiously and it almost looked like they were trying to hide their bags.

When the cops reached us, Mark stood up and shook the officer's hand as if to draw her attention for just a moment. It worked. I could tell because when he sat back down, the others had covered the bags with their legs and towels between the seats. The officer than walked away with an "Odd day for the beach".

When we finally arrived at the beach, which felt like a whole day, Mark led us to the far end of the beach where the lifeguards were unable to see us. They group dropped their bags and with quiet howls and exclaims, opened their bags and dumped what looked like syringes on the sand.

"What the hell?" I sat down, back from the syringes but not far enough to seem like a loner. Mark had already begun to inject the liquid from the syringe into his arm. I closed my eyes at what happened next. It was horribly grotesque. His facial expression, his voice, his body movements. Everything about the notion of injecting yourself with drugs disgusted me.

The group had begun to follow in the leader's path and injected themselves in unison. I just sat there, in the sand, disgusted.

It was around an hour or two later when the girls started arriving and almost as if to prove me that I hadn't seen the most disgusting thing ever, Mark grabbed a girl by the arm and whispered into her ear. The girl smiled and he led her and her friends around the rocks to our side where no one from the public could see them.

After a few minutes, I could hear screams for help and in those screams I could feel the pain and fear. I just sat there, in the sand. Alone.