Beached

Three: Benci Ellsworth

CAUTION 

 Ellison raced down to the beach. He was panting hard, and he was in his outfit from earlier.

"Where is she?" Ellison frantically asked. "Who?" Cecil and I said.

"Mara! Mara! Is she hurt? Where is she? Where's Mar-Mara?" Ellison said. He tried to push past both Cecil and me.

"NO! Stop it, where is she?" I could tell he was about to break down.

"Mara is in Russia still. Right, Cecil?" I turned to him for confirmation, but he was as pale as my ex's silk sheets.

Cecil was staring at the other end of the beach. There was something there. It was lifeless almost. It looked like whatever it was, was gagging and coughing. The dark red pigmentation of the water just wanted to make me faint.

Ellison raced towards the end as we tried to catch up. Cecil stopped halfway through though.

Cecil turned on his heel and raced towards the direction of Teagan's house. "Cecil! Cecil, get your ass back here!" I called out. It was no use, he was gone.

When I turned back around to Ellison, he was already on his knees, gagging as well. It soon came into view what it was.

Mara was laying on the beach. Mouth opened at an awful angle. Her neck was torn into shreds still leaking fresh blood. Her arms and legs were almost black with bruises. It was awful, and the smell was awful.

Ellison was now laying on his back, sobbing. The high tide waves were washing over his arm. I was just paralyzed.

My friend is lying dead on the beach with horrific injuries. My other friend is lying next to my feet sobbing while his favorite outfit is getting damaged by the salt water. My younger brother ran off. I'm just numb and paralyzed.

What do I do in this situation? When I went to boarding school for four years, they didn't cover this.

Ellison calmed a little, just silent tears falling now.

"Call, call, call, j-just, call-" I interrupted him.

"Call who?" I asked. "Just call someone! I DON'T CARE, MAYBE THE FUCKING POLICE WOULD BE GREAT!" He yelled.

I flinched a little as I reached for my phone.