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Essay 4

Red, orange and yellow were the colour of the sky as I walked on the beach this evening, the sunset was beautiful, colourful and bright. The wind is blowing cold wind as goose bumps started to raise on my skin. But everything started to get dark, cold and I felt just like that. Alone. The waves rushed to the sea shore as I tasted my damp lips, soaked in tears. The wind's howling started to pick up and blowing my hair back. As I walked, the sand invaded my shoes and the uncomfortableness started to get me crazy. 

I felt the emptiness of the ground and I started to fall, my dark raven hair wiped back and forth. My knees started to bleed as I landed on them, finishing my short fall. I can't see the sun or any light for that matter, only a thread of it. Now the light fades and leave my poor self feeling my fear of closed spaces, claustrophobia. The calming sound of waves vanished as coldness and silence enveloped me. 

The pit I fell into is getting smaller by the minute instead of trashing my arms and screaming help, I know I don't need to yell because there was nobody except me. The beach itself is long, and wide, the sand is white and coconut trees are dispersed here and there. The families that stay till 7pm are long gone because there is a storm coming and I, fell into the pit.

My clothes are wet and sand cover them as I sit down and wait the arrival of help. My yellow sundress not covering anymore the skin of my tights and my bare shoulders shakes as tears falls down my sun kissed tanned skin. My toes digs into the sand. Humidity makes my hair goes into messy curls. My hands goes up to my waist as I rest them on my lap. I sit there for hours and the sun is long gone replaced by the full moon.

Right before I fall into consciousness, a shadow takes a peak at who the idiotic human being is nested into the pit.

ME.