Crashing Waves

Prologue

It was a warm night, clouds were rolling in and a big storm was brewing. I heard the first clap of thunder and the sky lit up as lightning struck, the weather report on the radio telling of a killer storm could never had prepared me for what was to come.

The rain poured down heavily and I raced to the window as I saw the shutters smashing against the wall, I stuck my head out the window and grabbed hold of the shutters, taking a peek at the ferocious ocean smashing against the rocks below I used all my strength to pull the shutters closed and slid the latch across.

I stood by the window for a moment thinking of the ocean, how terrifying it looked. The hungry sea was pitch black, churning and ready to swallow anything so unfortunate as to come in its path. The monstrous jagged rocks looked like pointy teeth that could easily slice a barge in two...

Snapping out of my trance I turned back to the familiar room I was standing in. The room was circular with a large rocking chair sitting by the window I was standing at, the smooth walls and roof were all white and to the right of the window was a ladder leading upstairs to the light room. Across on the other side of the room was the staircase leading to the bedroom my brother and I shared. Above the staircase was a painting of dads he used to love painting, the picture was of a bright, sunny day with no cloud in the sky, there are four small sailboats being carried across the glistening blue sea by the cool breeze. I remember when dad was painting the image as he was looking out the window of the room I am in.

Dad painted many things but this image in particular was my favourite it reminded me of him, always happy with a bright smile on his face. He died a little over a year ago and everyone who knew john Berston was still grieving for him. He was quiet and loyal, he had the brightest blue eyes that he passed down to my brother, Auden and I. Dad always told me I looked like my mother when she was young, my dark hair and tanned skin, my hair fell into long waves, I have soft facial features and pink lips that are well proportioned to the rest of my body. I am not very tall but I'm not short either, dad used to always say I was perfect. I don't remember much of my mother but dad used to tell Auden and I how much she loved us. She left us shortly after Auden's birth and without enough money to by a house dad took the job as the light house keeper. The light house became our home and we have lived here ever since. With dad gone now, it was my responsibility as the eldest to run the light house and to take care of Auden.

Just as I sat down in the rocker Auden walked up the stairs and said to me "Mel, I'm scared". The storm must have woken him up, he was standing there in a pair of black boxer shorts and a white singlet, rubbing his tired eyes. Auden looks a lot like dad, with his tight black curls and his sharp jaw and tanned skin from years of being out in the sun, he looks much older than eight, wisdom shines in his eyes. He is very small though, smaller than most kids his age. I quickly beckoned him over and he shuffled over and sat on my lap. Cuddling him I whispered to him "it will be fine, the storm will be over by the morning. Go to sleep now!" He fell asleep in my arms as a traced the small mark on his left shoulder blade. I had the same mark it was shaped as a soft star and dad would always tell us that we were unique and special. Dad told us that the mark appeared on each of us the night that mum left, it reminds me of her as dad can no longer tell me about her beauty, her smile, her musical laugh, her imagination and the love in her heart.

Dad always told us that she loved us very much and she didn't want to leave us,he said that if there was another way, she would have chosen to stay with us. The only thing I still can't understand is 'Why?'.

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