When The Rain Came [INCOMPLETED]

The Accident-Part One

Part One. March 24th

I was neither excited nor sad about coming to this place. There's just too many people. But there are different crowds. The vloggers of youtube, the people who think that their better than everyone, the vacationers, and the people who really don't give a ✧. I'm definitely apart of the last crowd. Yes, it's a beautiful place and all. But honestly, I'd rather not be walking around all the time. It gets old after the first few times. My favorite place is pier five. You get a perfect view of the ocean, it's close enough to hear the waves crashing into one another, but not so close where you get people sitting in front of you, taking away the magical scenery.

I head off to the pier, not caring about giving my dad a notice. He wouldn't care. The entire time i've been here, a year, it hasn't rained at all. I've been hoping it would, it'd make the beach even prettier. I stand at the fence, and slowly slide my headphones in. Music is my medicine. It's the only thing that I have that never leaves me. Your life is hard? Listen to music. You're wanting a cure for your sadness? Listen to music. I sit down, swinging my legs under the wood plank that crosses my chest tightly as I lean forward. The only thing that's keeping me from death. Impressive, plank. And then I feel a tap on my shoulder.

I turn around, gently pulling my ear buds out. "Can I help you?" I yell, not intentionally. "Sorry if I scared you. I just...have been watchin- no, uhm, I've seen you here a lot. You have a familiar face. I've been thinking, and I believe you go to my school." He smiles awkwardly, his bright green eyes wanting to hide from the sun. "No. I don't go to school. I dropped out because I was badly bullied." I look back at the ocean and swing my legs again. "Oh. Sorry. Just thought so." He sits next to me. "You mind?" He smiles. As if I had a chance to object. "You're really pretty." He stares at my lips. I smile, or should I say attempt to smile. Thunder booms in the distance, and I bite my lip nervously. He pulls me into a hug, and I lay my head on his chest. It was strangely familiar, his touch, his energy. But I've never had love for a boy. Have I? "Kayla,..." His thumb rubs against my arm calmly. "How do you know my name?" I whisper, looking up at him. "Shh...I love you." Without hesitation, my answer is simply "I love you too."

My eyes meet the ocean, thunder booming again. Like a large drum. Everything is calm. His touch against my skin, his sweet minty breath sliding across my neck. It's all too familiar. "If you don't mind me asking, w-who are you?" I look up at him and his eyes follow mine. "Chance. Someone you loved before the accident." I tilt my head, repeating his words. "The accident?" And before my eyebrows can increase my forehead, he kisses me. Soft, and sweet. Even more familiar. He pulls away slowly. "No questions, I'll explain later." He runs his hand through my hair and pulls his other hand up, his thumb pressing softly against my cheek. The ocean starts to get rough, the waves getting bigger and the sky turning dark. "We have to go." He grabs my hand, pulling me up and I quickly grab my earbuds and my phone. He runs and I follow. "Do. Not. Look. Back." He warns, yelling over the wind. "Okay!" I yell back. Oh, pier five...I'll miss you tomorrow when the ocean is to rowdy. He leads me into a beach house in a lovely neighborhood. The yellow house made me smile at first, but frown the next as he ran up the steps. He slips me through the white door and shuts it quickly. He acts like he didn't run at all, and he breathes perfectly fine. On the other hand, I'm gasping for air. "You okay?" He pulls me close, the smell of saltwater in his skin. It smells amazing, and I don't feel like breaking this hug. "I love you. Even if you don't remember what happened, us being together, just know that at one point you'd say that you loved me too." He sighs, his face showing that he's in pain but no wounds are visible. "I don't remember you. Why don't I remember you? Your touch, your li- I mean...your touch is very familiar. Your presence has been here, in my life, before. I just don't know when." He covers his face, as if he's about to cry. "I'm sorry. I just can't see you like this." He walks into another room and my wind blown hair starts to blow. Where is that wind coming from? I look around the corner to see him opening a window. "What are you doing?? It's about to storm!" I screech. "It's the only way I can calm down." He sighs. "Oh. Sorry." I walk up next to him. "It's okay, you didn't know. His hand slips into mine. "I missed you." He smiles. "I assume I'd miss you too, this touch of yours is really hard to not love." I smile, ruffling my hair. "Awh." He laughs a little and looks out at the ocean. "You're beautiful, y'know that?" He looks back at me and closes the window. "Thank you." I smile and walk into a bedroom I assume is his. "Nice room." "Thanks". And that's all we said. I sat in the corner hugging my legs and he sat on his bed with a notepad and pen. I fall asleep on his waded up hoodie laying on the carpet. I feel his sudden presence, and a blanket drapes over me. I try not to smile and I act asleep. "I love you." He whispers, gently kissing my forehead and walking out. Where is he going? I hear the door open and close and I sit up, crawling to the window to see him walking out to the ocean. What the ✧ is he doing? My mind racing with possible answers to my multiple questions. I see him slide into a shed, shutting the door quickly. And then I hear a loud bang.

I run to the door and whip it open, running out to where he went. I kick the door open, pulling a gun off a table next to the door on the inside. I've never shot a gun before, but I know you aim, and pull the trigger. This is about a 22 mm, maybe. I know these have quite a kick from my dad teaching me while he was cleaning his. My hands shaking, my finger continuously slipping off the trigger. "Who's there?" A rough voice says, and I know it's not Chance's, it's awful. I say nothing. A man turns around the corner entering the room. "Aye, aye, I'm not gonna hurt you..." He puts his hands up. I shake my head slowly, my hands shake violently now. "I promise." He pleads. I slowly lower the gun, leaving it draping in my right hand and it bounces against my thigh from the fear shaking me. "Sorry for scaring you. You looking for Chance? I'll go get him, okay?" His hands shake too. He vanishes back around the corner and comes back in with Chance and gently pushes him towards me. "Kayla?" He says, hugging me, stroking the back of my head. "I'm glad your okay." He whispers. "You too." The gun continues to shake along with my hand. If he sees this, I'm dead. I slide the gun between my waistband and my waist, covering it with my sweater. He pulls away and I fake a smile to the best of my ability. The man walks out and Chance grabs my hand. "It's okay." He guides me out, closing the door behind us. "Sorry about that. He's an old friend." He leads me back to the house and guides us into his room. The gun hurts my side, it scrapes and will probably leave bruises, but I'll just have to deal with it. I sit on the end of his bed and he sits in front of me. A tear rolls down my cheek but I try to hide it. "Hey, it's okay." He pulls me close. "I don't remember. I want to. It's so frustrating." I pull away from him. "Explain. Please. The accident, explain." He shakes his head at my words. "I can't." He sighs. "Fine, I'm going to sleep then." I lay on the floor, covering myself with a blanket that's
covered in beautiful pastel colors. Like a beach towel. And then my eyes close.