Death circle

Life

Another morning. Casually sitting in bed and reaching for my favorite book. I completely forgot the time. Next, I looked at the clock I was hit by the number. Even though it was Sunday, today was the meeting day of my beloved friends and there was no option to cancel it or to be late.

I quickly put on my most comfortable clothes, because we were all very comfy and my lazy self wasn't that type to dress up at every occasion. A cold breeze blew onto me as I noticed my friends on my balcony, smiling and winking at me to come out. It was going to be a beautiful day on the beach. The summer was over, but I didn't like hot weather anyways. The view on the elegant moving ocean in a unique rhythm. It made me desire to dance to the music of the waves and feel this slightly salty taste in my nose and on my lips. I ran to feel the cold and refreshing water on my feet running away but always coming back. The sun shined in my eyes as it made its way slowly down. The sky was rosy with blue tinted clouds.

I heard my name in the background of my thoughts and turned around to see my best friend calling me to keep up with them and not get lost, even though it was me living on the coast not them I thought to myself. Saying a silent goodbye to the endless water and jogging to my friends, who already began setting a fire and making them comfortable on blankets around it. I loved these evenings so much. The cool feeling of the nearing night in the air from the back and the radiative warmth from the fire.

More hours flew by. I barely talked, but just spending time around them, hearing their stories was enough and more than I ever could have hoped for. The fire was dying off, so I offered to bring some more wood from my home. Jack came with me to help me carry it.

As we were getting back to the fireplace, I couldn't hear their laughs anymore. Suddenly someone jumped out of the coast grass and put a black plastic bag over Jack's head. I couldn't scream, because I felt a warm liquid in my throat, that was blocking every sound that I tried to make. I didn't have any control over my body anymore. I fell into the sand and was watching the scene. My murderer stepped over my body in the direction of Jack, that was beaten by some other figures and tied with a rope, still standing and not giving up.

I could feel every inch of my body even better than ever, as well as the pain slowly taking over and fighting with me. But I couldn't give up. I remembered everything, the emotions, feelings, smells and tastes at the same time, witch surprisingly wasn't overwhelming but very calming and pleasing. I was glad that I was paying so much attention to them during my life.

Jack was getting dragged to a boat, occasionally giving a weak scream, that felt more like disappointment or sadness than fear. My murderer was taking him onto the endless water to drown. I didn't feel anything anymore, only my eyes were the witnesses of this happening and even them were slowly taken away from me. I wouldn't close them, because then I'd have given up.

And so, I died happily ever after.