I've always had this weird fascination with the water. Mostly the idea of the unknown in its depths. Folklore and mythical creature from the ocean interested me too. Even though I knew they weren't real, I hoped to one day see the creatures they were based off of. These myths didn't just appear for the fun of it. They all come from something. Something inspired people to create these stories of them. Such as mermaids. Sailors used to believe beluga whales were mermaids because of their human like knee structure.
From a young age I used to attempt to sneak off to see these things or find some way to be closer to them. My walls were covered in things that reminded me of the ocean. My mother used to tell me that my eyes held onto the passion of the sea.
Shuffling as quietly as possible, I check the entire house for signs of anyone being awake. Once I was sure it was clear I made my way to the door. Holding my breath as I open the door, I slip past as soon as it was wide enough for me to pass through. I don't even bother to grab my shoes as I hop over the gate to the steps. It creaks way too much, I don't want to risk anyone hearing. I run down the wooden steps, looking up at the deck of the house. The little pitter patter of my bare feet tapped against the concrete sidewalk. Soon the tapping could no longer be heard, my feet start to sink into the soft sand. A satisfied sigh left my lips. I glance toward the moon and walk toward the waves. My whole body shivers due to the wind. It wasn't exactly warm this time of year, and it was dark. Maybe not wearing shoes wasn't the best idea. I pulled the sleeves of my hoodie over my hands in a small attempt to keep them warm. Although I knew it wouldn't help much, I still did it.
I felt as if there were a pair of eyes piercing through my flesh. As much as I loved being there, I felt too uncomfortable to stay. I can tell when it's time to leave. I turn to walk back toward my house when I caught something out of the corner of my eye. I made it seem like I didn't notice but I shifted my eyes to look. It was like a soft coppery colour shining in the light from the street. Deciding it would be better not to let my curiosity get the best of me, I picked up my pace and headed for home. I heard movement to my right and before I could even look to see it, I was on the ground face first. My left wrist was pinned by my head with a large black boot. My right wrist was held tightly in the small of my back. A barrel of a gun was pressed against my right temple.
"Well, well. Who do we have here?" I could barely hear him over my heavy breathing. Suddenly I could hear a click and the gun was pressed harder against my head. "Good to see you again, Issac. It's been a while. How old are you now? Fifteen?" The gun was pulled away and he grabs my hair. There was a grunt of pain and then I feel the weight lifted off my left wrist and the grip on my hair was gone. Not even bothering to turn to look, I got up and sprinted as fast as I could back to the house.
As soon as I regained my breath I dialed emergency assistance. Shyly explaining what occurred and my location. The woman told me to stay on the line until help arrives. Of course I would have to explain this to Laura, my legal guardian. She would be furious to learn that I once again left the house without permission. With this incident she'll never let me out again without someone close to me.
