Taylor

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Taylor

She walks along the ocean's beach; her long black hair blowing in the wind. Looking up, she takes in the beautiful night sky. There's hardly a cloud in sight, the stars so bright and easy to see. There's a full moon out tonight, she thinks to herself. Looking around, she realizes that everyone else has already left the beach, leaving her all alone. She sighs.

Looking down, she sees her feet, bare. She's wearing dark blue jeans and a black cardigan over a light blue tank top. Her skin is a pearl white color, seeming to almost glow in the light of the moon. Her dark hair blows around her face, almost covering her light blue eyes.

Her eyes shimmer as small tears trickle down her cheeks. She laughs at herself, feeling stupid. Stopping in her tracks, she sobs. She falls to her knees, imprinting in the sand.

"Stop it," she says aloud to herself, her voice croaking. "Be strong, Taylor!" She sobs harder, unable to stop the bubbling emotions in her chest.

Why can't I be strong like the others..? Taylor falls over onto her side and curls up into a ball, hugging herself, digging her nails into her arms. Hot tears stream down her face, staining the sand a dark color.

After lying on the ground for a while longer, she sits up and wipes away her tears. Standing up, she faces the ocean and whispers something under her breath. She slowly walks towards the water, disappearing into the darkness. Silence fills the area; the only sounds left are the waves crashing into the shore and the crying of the wind.

7 hours later - Back at home

Taylor's mother opens her door, ready to wake the sleeping girl. She sees the empty bed and immediately notices a note standing on her pillow. With shaky fingers, her mother slowly opens the note and lets out a sob. Taylor's father walks in to see his wife on the floor, sobbing against Taylor's bed, clutching the note. He grabs it from her hands and reads it.

I've got my resolve.

He drops the note and dials 911. They find her body 3 hours later washed up on the beach.

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