Promise is a lie

Hope

Children come running pass like I'm not even here, one of them nearly step on me. I suddenly notice my mascara dripping everywhere, I probably look like a drunk homeless person lying here. Another wave comes at me but this time bigger, my hands tighten onto the damp sand and I try to pull myself up, it's no use though. Salt water splashes into my mouth and I try to cough it up. I accidentally swallow about a giant bucket full of the water. It's disgusting. At last it got me to sit up straight. I continue coughing for a bit, after I get my breath break I turn back to see a half drank beer bottle of mine. I remember throwing it onto the sand last night. I remember screaming at myself and falling into the dry warm sand.