This Place We Call Home (discontinued)

Chapter 4

Well, as I stated before, the night was going perfect. The water was nice, the air was moist, and the night sky was a masterpiece. But right after everything seemed good, it all started to fall apart.

Miguel and I walked to the edge of the cliff, holding hands, the love slowly creeping its way into the air. We took turns leaning off the edge and getting squirts of water in our face. Then, that gut-feeling hit me again. I watched as Miguel leaned to the side.

"Yes, this is the biggest wave yet!" He yelled franticly. I bit my lip, my stomach in knots. My gut-feeling never lies. "Miguel, just be careful." I said, my hands in fists.

I admit, I worry too much. I have spent my life trying to keep Timmy safe, and I was in full big-sister mood now. Miguel was scaring me. If anything happens to him.

Tighter and tighter the knot got, until I thought it was going to snap. I knew it was coming. I had the impression he was leaning a little bit too far out......

 "Miguel!" I yelled. "Stop!" But I was too late. I watched in terror as he teetered off the edge, his arms flailing wildly as he tried to regain his balance. He fell like a baby bird trying to fly- but Miguel had no wings. Gravity took over, and he plummeted towards the ocean like a cannon.

“No!!" I screeched, reaching my arm out. As if that would help. Miguel’s screams echoed in the air, rippling through my ears as I tried to do something, anything, to possibly save his life.

With a terrifying splash, his body hit the cold ocean below. We were high up, and it must have felt like slamming into cement.

I could only think of one thing to do, go for help. I ran, my legs like bolts of lightning as I zoomed through the woods, my heart pounding. Save Miguel. Save Miguel. Save Miguel. I chanted in my head. I had to get help. I just had too.

Soon, I reached the town, the mayor quietly watching the moon. "Miguel, he needs.... ah..." I could scarcely breathe my voice only coming out in parts. "He feel, needs help, can't.......... “I nearly collapsed to the ground.

The major chuckled. Yes, chucked. He was laughing at me. " Well, whatever happened to Miguel, he'll be okay." The major stated. WHAT!? I felt like screaming and punching him in the face.

"Miguel needs HELP!" I yelled. “He just fell into the ocean from a CLIFF and you think he'll be okay! There is a storm out there, ya' know! He could DIE and you don't even care!" I sobbed. The mayor looked at me, his eyes dark and a sneaky grin on his face. " Oh, child. I am not someone you want to argue with." He pulled me by my shirt so he could whisper in my ear. "And, we all know this place would be better without him, that disgusting boy..."

He wasn't going to anything about it. No one was going to help him. No one cared. Tears ran down my face as the mayor let go of my shirt. "I... I have to save him.." I cried. My legs felt like lead trying to walk. I had never run that fast in my entire life. I tried running again, tears still running down my face.

I finally came to the water’s edge. The water was stirring, and far out in the distance, I could see a little head bobbing up and down. I scream. Miguel’s arms flailing in the air, he was trying to tell me something. Every time he opened his mouth, water would pour in. Why wasn't he swimming back? It wasn't that hard. Miguel threw himself up in the air, just in time to scream three words before the ocean took him under. 

I couldn't believe the words he said. Sprinting, I dived into the cold ocean. I had to save him. He was at deaths door. Because the three words he managed to scream at that instant, the ones that still send a trickle down my spine, were "I can't swim".

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Sorry this chapter is so short; I wanted to end it on a cliffhanger. Vote, comment.

I might not update for a while, I have a lot of schoolwork.