Drowning

Chapter 2: I attack the boy with the board (who seems to be an idiot)

I slammed our front door shut, full of tears. It's been the first time I've cried since my mother's death. I sprint up the stairs of our beach house and whizz into my room. Humans can be so mean! I jump onto my pink double bed and hide my face in a plush, frilly, white cushion. Now I can cry all I want. Some knocks on my door softy.

"Sweetie, are you okay?" Dad says gently. I don't reply, as I can't control the muscles of my jaw. The door creaks open brushing against the pearl white carpet. "Honey, what happened?" I hear dad's patient footsteps as he walks in and sits on my bed stroking the hair out of my face. "Were the humans mean to you?" I nod silently through small sobs. "What did they do?" He says calmly.

I turn my head around to face him. I breathe in the air deeply, which immediately makes me calm down a little. "..They... made fun... of me... and... my hair- They threw stuff... at me... and... called me names..."

"Shh- shhhh... it's okay... I think you're beautiful just the way you are. Those people are only jealous of you and your hair."

"How... can a boy... be jealous... of long... thick... red.. hair?" I had a point. What boy would want long thick hair? Seriously.

"It was a boy?" Dad says in confusion. I nod in response. "Well, I don't know what that boy's problem is but he is obviously plain stupid and blind". I smile in his remark. I don't think I could have a better dad. He's like a mum and dad combined into one. I sit up straight and give dad a super tight hug.

"Thanks, Dad" I say in a smile.

"Now how about you go for a surf? The waves look big." He takes off my beanie hat and ruffles my hair.

"Can you come?" I ask with hope. I'm not sure if I want to go on my own, even though I'd be perfectly safe, unless I go into deeper waters where the war is going on, or if a human see's my true form. The only way for me to prevent myself from becoming a human fish is by wearing a wetsuit, if I don't I'd be immediately transformed from the first touch of salt water. In spring water no effects come on me, strangely. Each and everyone of our kind feel blessed from the power of wetsuits. In the old days people used to call us 'Mermaids' or 'Mermen' and could give a price if they could catch us, dead or alive. Some of us got so sick of the humans trying to catch us that they took the action for revenge, humans then named us 'Sirens'. Since humans took our lives, we decided to take their lives by luring them into the sea with our beauty and talent of song. We don't do that that often now. What we look like now is basically a pale green human with gills and a long fishy tail.

"No, sorry I can't. I have to return to the palace for a while and sort some things out." His voice sounds almost kind of painful like he's hurting inside, "But, I can walk you to the beach", he smiles and holds my hand. He then pats my knee, I wince in pain from this morning.

"Did someone hurt you?" He says seriously, glaring into my eyes.

"No, I fell when I was running after the bus this morning", I say, avoiding eye contact.

"The sea will heal you up and regain your strength back", he pats my knee one more time and heads out the door.

 

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The beach is cold, but sunny. The wind brushes my hair back and the silky sand sinks my feet below.

The beach is right beside the town, the town does grow bigger as you go deeper, almost like a city. I now live on the suburbs of it, beside the beach where there is a long street of modern beach houses. The house did cost a lot, but because we are royal we're able to afford it finely.