{Did You Notice?} COMPLETE ✅

~Day 14~

Jack POV

I got a simple text from her the next day. I didn't see her much during school, but I knew she was kept busy rehearsing for her upcoming drama exam. I knew she was going to nail it, and she seemed confident about this one. The text read:

If you've got nothing to do, meet me at the rocks in 15 minutes.

I shot up immediately. Wrapping an old grey hoodie round my shoulders and slipping on a battered pair of trainers I briskly walked up to the rocks that just touched the tip of the sea. The sea was angry today, lapping at the rocks hungrily as the wind blew fervently. The sky was overcast and a muddy grey, alive with gulls squawking viciously. With a bit of looking I could just see her- huddled over into a black and white coat, hair whipping in the wind. She sat atop one of the rocks that let her gaze over the crescent of the sea, and she was just doing just that. I stuck two fingers in my mouth and let out a sharp whistle. She followed the sound instantly, and upon seeing me stuck a hand in the air and waved. She looked otherworldly; skin pale and flushed with a mass of blonde locks surrounding her now-outstretched figure. She looked like she was the one that controlled the sea, and that she was letting me know that. I was quick to join her.

I sat next to her on the rock, huddled up to my knees, letting a silence engulf us. I knew when she was ready to talk she would.

The wind whistled and howled. "You're here."

I tossed a lying seashell into the foaming mouth of water below us. "Yes. I had nothing to do."

A bare smile graced her lips, and she tossed in a seashell after me. "I just needed to get away you know? Like, away from school, away from stress, away from family, away from just everything."

I listened to her contently, staring absentmindedly at the sky. "Yeah I know. Escape is good. I'm glad you're not escaping alone."

Silence. 

The waves seemed to foam over with more venom now, practically eating away at the pebbly shore. I heard her sigh next to me, and turned to her with a quizzical look.

"Drowning would be such a nice way to die, wouldn't it?"

I stared at her in disbelief, but it appeared as if she was being completely honest. "It would be really painful," I answered rationally.

She sighed harder, as if I didn't understand a lesson she was teaching. "I know, but it would be like getting consumed. Just giving your body over to nature- wholly. Letting the water become a part of you and taking you as prisoner. Except you wouldn't be a prisoner really, I think you'd be free."

I couldn't fathom why, but my heart seemed to break as I finished listening to her thoughts. Maybe because I hadn't seen her as happy talking about something as she was when she talked about her own death.

I don't think she's okay.