OCEAN CLIFFS

Chapter one; Gardenia

'Why did I do that? Why did I do that? Why did I do that. Why why why.' I look down the stretch of black road, and try to clear my ever racing thoughts. Holding my phone tightly in my left hand, and rubbing my arm with the other I walk faster and faster with each step before I get into a full on sprint.
I could feel my warm breath in my throat as I rounded a corner and ran straight into a small flower garden. I perched myself against a wall, sliding down slowly, tears brimming in my eyes. Letting go of the person that was killing me is harder than telling your friends the ugly truth.
I miss them
No you don't, snap out of it.
I want them in my life, I want his lips on mine again
He's deadly nightshade, he's suffocating you.
He's the yin to my yang
He's the knife to your stab wound, he was tricking you from the start.

After a few minutes of crying quietly, I compose myself and walk out of the garden. Stopping before the entrance of the garden, I look at a blood red rose, reaching for it but being pricked by its thorns. I walk onto the street, rubbing the cut on my index finger, staining the blood onto my skin.
It's a lonely walk home, looking at all the houses and scenery. By the time I get back to my house, I can see through one of the upper-level windows that my parents are fighting again. I guess I'll just have to be quiet. I walk into the house, the smell of roses and lilacs fill my nose as I close the door quietly. I look into the mirror next to the door, rubbing my eyes. I walk through the entry way to the grand living room, decorated with photos of my family and candles. I look over to the kitchen, seeing some left over food but dismissing it. I walk around to the stairwell, heading up the stairs, past the loft area, and towards my bedroom.
   I open my door, letting the bleak grays and whites flood my eyes. I close the door, letting it muffle the shouting and crying of my parents. I slip off my shoes and socks, and flop onto my bed, sending my cat a little ways into the air. I turn my head to look out the window, watching the ocean roll in and out; watching the ocean cliffs break into the ocean.