Colors// Mike Chang Glee

Doggo

I sat on the beach for a while, taking in my new surroundings while the stresses of today seemed to slowly fade away. Just looking out at the sea wishing I didn't have to be here. All I was sure of was I just wanted to see Mike. It seemed to be the only thing I knew I wanted. I didn't want to see Andy, or my dad, or anybody else but Mike. 

I didn't know why, but I did. It was another hour I sat on the beach, breathing in the crisp salty air, clearing up my runny nose and slowly clearing my head. Something about the sound and the smell of the ocean soothed me. I looked around to see if anyone was around; no one. The emptiness of the beach comforted me, knowing I was alone and able to clear my head with no one around to judge me.

I got to my feet, feeling heavy and like they were being dragged down by these chains that were my family. I had to fix this on my own, I have to fix everything I caused. Andy needs someone, no matter how hard it is, I have to talk to him.

I walked along the coast of the beach carrying my shoes in one hand and my other hanging loosely by my side. My feet sunk in the wet sand in the cool ocean water as the current went back and fourth from the sea to the land. I closed my eyes, just standing in place where everything seemed to disappear. Every worry, every anxious thought, every murderous thought. Everything just swept away like the ocean came to the shore to take my worries and go back to make them disappear. 

The clouds in the sky had become heavier since I got to the beach, and the sun was no longer in view and it became a little chilly. I went for my phone for the time. Nearly three. 

Mike would be here soon. I walked down the coast until I saw a pier at the end of the beach. Only one fisherman was sat at it, sitting all alone with nothing  but his dog laying beside him, probably taking a nap. 

I walked farther down the shore and found myself standing on the pier. The smooth wood was sanded down from all the feet that have scraped across it, most likely being rough when it was first built but becoming smooth over the years. I walked down the pier looking out into the deep dark ocean. In a way, the ocean was terrifying. Not knowing what could be lying beyond the surface of the rippled tide, just sitting in the ocean undetected. 

I walked past the fisherman only for his dog to sit straight up and stare back at me, staying at the older mans side. That dog was really obedient, I couldn't help but think. 

I wandered down to the end of the pier that had a railing for people to look out from. I stood at the edge with my arms crossed over each other on the railing. I could hear seagulls squawking, and fish lap through the water, and the cool breeze run its fingers through my hair. I pulled my hoodie closer to  body becoming cold. I turned around and began to walk back towards the parking lot to wait for Mike to show up. 

But to my surprise the man that was sitting all alone at the pier was gone. He wasn't there but his dog remained. Still laying in the same spot as he did when I walked by the first time. I looked around confused, looking for the dogs owner who was a moment ago fishing with a rod placed in his hands. He couldn't have left that quickly, I would've heard if he ran, and he was sat in the middle of the long pier. 

Where did the fisherman go? 

I went up to the bench where the fisherman was sat and the only  thing left there was his dog ling innocently on the ground. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion looking around to search for the lone fisherman. But he was no where to be seen.

"Here, puppy" I called the dog over and all it did was sit up again with its ears in the air and its head tilted to the side. The dog had one pointed ear in the air, and one floppy ear. It was a cute dog, but he looked filthy, covered in sand and dirt, and was suddenly uneasily skinny.