Gravity's Core

Patrick scooped some sand with his fist. He loved the beach, Yet he hated sand. He studied it closely, then shut his eyes. Rough and annoying just like his memories. He let it drop through his fingers, and felt the tears threatening to fall. "I need to forget, Please let me forget." he whispered softly, as if afraid someone was listening. He opened his blueish-green eyes and gazed at the water. He imagined himself struggling for breath under the deep blue liquid. He looked around for a boat, but all he saw was a old wooden dock. 'Perfect'. He climbed up the ladder and stepped onto the dock, which creaked under his weight. As he took the journey towards the end of the dock he let the tears go, they wouldn't be needed anymore. He looked down, glad that he never learned how to swim. 'Goodbye my friends' he imagined their smiling faces, they would be glad he was gone. Then he jumped, no regret. He heard muffled yelling and saw a figure jump into the water. 'no, please let me die' but the figure didn't listen. The figures hands reached out and grabbed him. As the figure began to swim up, patricks vision went black. He woke up coughing up salty water onto the white, rough sand. "What the hell man!?" he glared up at the dark haired man. "Ya know... before you jump off a dock like that, you should check who is watching."