Psychotic Prolouge

Temptation

Everyone was drunk.

Everyone, but me that was. I was sober. I can't drink.

I watch as my brother is harassed by a intoxicated friend.

"Come ooooonnnnn " -*hic* -"...... You neeevvvveeerrrrr drink.... just a sip...........", he whispers jokingly .

" No. It's not safe here. We shouldn't"

He frowns. Confused. His face suddenly shifting from jokingly drunk, to stern and harsh,"The FUCK do you mean? Did you call the cops or some shit? Because I swear-"

" No. No, I didn't" My brother looks up at his friend with concern plastered on his face. I know that he cares deeply for him.

He then looks down.

"We're all going to die here."

"I know you're worried. But I promise. We're safe. No one would try anything at a beach party... Trust me." He kisses my brother's head, spins heel (bending a spur) on his dust covered cowboy boots and walks away to chat with some dude who's name I believe to be Alex.

The sea glistens and the moon is pale and papery in the sky. It reminds me of parchment.

My brother walks over and sits down.

"Are you afraid?"

I inquire.

He looks through me with regret.

Then turns to the sea.

And stares wish anguish.

He looks at his feet.

"They don't believe me, but I know."

His tears, meagerly trying to divot the rocky sand to no avail.

"They smell your fear."

"And sing you a song."

"To temp you."

"To the waves."

"Then they wrap you in an embrace."

"They hold you close."

"And drag you under."

"To join them in the aftermath."

"Of pain."

"Of sadness."

"Of gluttony."

"And temptation."

He looked through me once more, and held my cold, forgotten hand.

"Oh, dear sister, how I will avenge you."

My brother then got up.

And walked into the waves.

Perhaps to avenge the early death of me.

Perhaps lured by the temptation of death.

Or.

Perhaps not.