❝It's time to let love overwhelm me.❞
Dark Brown hair, a cute face, and eyes that pierce through your heart. Ivan John Anderson had it all. Except love. He always felt that a part of him was missing, a void that nothing or no one can ever fill.
Haze...
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Standing in front the shore, I take a deep breath in smelling the briny aroma. A soft smile takes place on my round face and I feel a flow of tranquility rush through my body. Despite the noise made by the crowd the beach feels so peaceful and quiet.
If only I knew it was the calm before the storm.
I stood arms folding, shivering in my blue tank top. The freezing water reached up to caress my toes and the golden sand. Soothingly, a gentle breeze rustles through my hair.
I felt someone wrap their hands around my waist. My smile widened but the next thing that happened took me off-guard.
One second I was there standing near the waves, the next I am there in between them.
My arms and legs as I try to swim to the surface. The bluish water swirls around me, trapping me and keeping me from the oxygen I desperately needed. My head is pounding and every part in my body screams for air. I try to save myself or shout for some help, but no one comes. It seems like I am nothing but just another person in the crowd no one pays attention to. The strong indigo waves had me in it's clutches and I struggle to stay afloat.
"He-help." I wheezed with my last ounce of energy but unfortunately no one came to my rescue. Soon my sixteen-year-old body was engulfed by the sea, forgotten forever. It was time to pay for my past sins.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I wake up with sweat rolling down my face. Oh God.
Sleeping had become a dangerous thing.Well my real life wasn't any less dangerous but anyways. Being a sleep addict and having continuous nightmares isn't the greatest of combinations.
My heart beats fast and my breathing becomes heavier. Another day will pass as if I am hungover, not from alcohol but from the nightmares. Without wasting time I got up from my sheets.
Wait a minute.
Fuck. No this can't be happening.
No. No. Oh hell no!
I, Hazel Olivia Gomes, an almost seventeen year teenager had wet her pyjamas. Yep. You read it correct. I actually peed on my bed. Isn't that just so nice and embarrassing?
Oh God! I want the ground to just swallow me now.
Shit. I need to hide these wet bedsheets before the devil aka my younger brother, Justin announces it to the whole world. I don't know how are we even related? Actually the question is why are we even related? What sins had I committed in my past life to get that brat as my brother?
