Tides

It was a dusty day down at the beach, 5:00am, crisp and sharp sand falling in the right places. No hills, no bumps just the smooth sand beneath my pale feet. The outer ocean sweeping its charm amoung the children, almost as if it were saying to them... "Danger''

I remember being far away from home, trying to escape i think? If i wanted to be prercise in how far i was traveling to escape we would waste allot of time, so let us keep it simple and say I am far way away from home, or so i think? yeah, yes, deffinetly. Sometimes i like to look out and wonder how long it would take to paddle to the end of the world, oh if only i though to myself. I stood there for quite some time until it hit me, quite literally in saying so, "Hey Mr. Mind picking our ball up for us?" I had dozed off into my dreams of freedom and didn't really hear. I then realised i was short a breath, i was struggling for air, it was as if there was no hope for survival, like building a deck of cards on a crooked table, and i knew, that i too, like that deck of cards I would fall. would there be anyone to mourn me? no i would be forgotten in time. i fall, i hear screams of children and i drift back into the ocean, back home, back to where i came from.

BEEP!

BEEP!

BEEP!

as I awoke from my sleep in a odd hospital i think? Yes, yes it was defiantly a hospital. Something was strange though, it was not as if there were nurses and doctors, no? This was more of a sterilised white room. I was waring a white patients gown and my neck was itchy, oh thats why, my ponytail was tucked in. Sometimes people jude me, they think 'Oh there goes that boy with the blonde ponytail he was probably a high school drop out' it makes me sad sometimes but like my mother always said, i think? "She wasn't placed on this earth to impress me" the same rule can apply to that situation. However i am straying from the path i will clearly have to cross to get out of this place, it was as if 1 million of the brightest lights were poisoning my eyes in 8 different directions. I do not know why i am panicking as there is no restraints keeping me to sit on this metal table, I think? I have bare feet and walking on the tiles is the equivalent to stepping on tinny bayonets. So i lunge towards the door. There is no lock in sight, as i pray for the door to open, it does.

Out in the hallway, much like the previous room there are white tile walls, and pale lighting. As far and my senses can tell i am alone, I think? I walk down the left way of the hall hoping to find something, anything at all. This all somehow feels familiar, and then i see.

The light, not like any other inside, but the real sunlight, it is gleaming through the arch exit, indicating it is day. I am still unaware of how long i was asleep, or how i managed to get here, but if i even could find my way home, i don't know where i would go.

This hallway is rather longer than it apears, the sun is going down and i am becoming weak. I have fallen and there is no way up.

I awake. On the metal table to witch the bayonet tiles laid beneath, shining like little diamonds in the reflection of light, pouring down from the ceiling, again blinding, and again coming from 8 different directions. I remember falling and walking through a never-ending hallway, again with the sterilised tiles. It was more or less like a nightmare of some sort. Unaware if my very own conciseness. I stand to reach for the door, and i fall once again.

This time i awake, i make no recognition to the strange goings on. I stand and run for the door, it is more of a repetitive cycle of madness and it is consuming me "Pain Demands To Be Felt"-John Green. When i awake this time i think, slowly i must conserve my energy as it is clear that i myself do not have allot. Every time Make it/ or almost make it, out of the room. There must be another way to get out of this room, for it was like climbing a bottomless pit. I looked up (it was extremely hard) and stared into the light, it soon appeared to me that it was not a light at all but a flow of a starry collection streaming into the midnight sky, colours of purple and blue, only to be seen but those of witch think with there whole mind and not a fraction, (as most people do)

"YOU CANT DO THIS, YOU CANT KEEP ME HERE!" I shouted, no one awnsered, i was alone. I looked into the starry complexion and heard a high pitched scream "AAHHH!" In a continuos pattern, unknowingly i hoped off the table and (slowly) walked to the door. I kept my breathing steady and turned to the right of the hallway. This hallway wasn't as long and came to a dead end, however had two other leading hallways coming off the sides. I noticed my breathing intake was not as steady, it was as if i was being patronised unknowingly some might even say... Uknconcuiously.

This felt like a game much like a game of chess, however my opponents peaces were all queens a d there is nothing i can do ( especially since i don't play chess) i do not wish to take part in this game of chess, it is an unfair advantage to my opponint. I was lying there in the table, wait, lying No that cant be right? I specifically remember sitting last time and the time before that (and so on). It is as if there were many of my all living in the same reality of different times, and for some reason... I remember.

When i close my eyes i feel cold, and when i open them again i feel the cool, the smoothness, The sand.

I am lying on the beach, children overlooking me, but how? Parents are staring and when i try to get up, they hurdle there children away. I do not feel dizzy as such, but i feel hurt, not emotionally but physicly. I look down and just below the tip of my shorts it a giant bruse, it hurts allot. In comparison its not as bad as the feeling on my back, i wont be looking at it, i dislike violence and pain. I sit up and try to think how i might of gotten here when it hits me, quite latterly, "Hey Mr. Mind picking our ball up for us?" It seemed familiar, but io didn't have the strength to move. "NO!" A man came screeching behind the pear, he picked up there ball and tossed it into the ocean. I never noticed that pear before.

"Thank's allot, you idiot!" One of the girls shouted. She looked about 7, a girl like that saying words like she did to a clearly deranged human being? Her mother is sitting down reading a book, and one of the boys from the group is running across the sand to the ocean. The ball his out of reach, he is about 5 or 6, this will not end well. The man inly a few feet away can see that this will end in tears. So he shouts these very words "Hey childeren, Its the Tooth Fairy! Right over there" he is pointing towards the stone wall, witch separates the shopping district from the beach.

Sure enough the children ran, hope in there hearts only soon to be crushed. It was sad. The man approached me, he had a rugged ginger hairstyle, and crook teeth. He had a rag brown top and baggy jeans, no shoes.

"Eh, The Tides!" He shouted

"What?" I asked

He didn't seem to understand me because he then told me "Don't interrupt me you hippy!" It was at that point i decided to ask after. I let him continue "it was the tide, it took you, it turned you insain!"

"Im not insain" i snap back. I sit up and attempt to stand, it is no use, my legs were cold iron cemented into the ground, "oh how they ache!" Oops i said that out loud

"What did you say" the man replied

" my leg aches from..." I pause to consider what i am about to say, an-aware of what i will say he suddenly starts to laugh " you think i don't know? I was like you, taken by the tides. I may not be smart but i was taken and brought back" this puzzles me. How could he know? Does this mean i was not the only one taken in by the tides?