Blackwater [Part 1]

Blackwater [Part 1]

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I woke up in the middle of nowhere, it felt like a deserted island. I didn't know what to do or where to go. I was completely lost. I couldn't remember who I was or where I came from. I felt as if I was a lost, empty sea shell at the sea shore. But there was no shore. There's black water from afar, from the distance from where I am right now over the cliff. I can't see it too well but it's there. The ocean looks completely dark even in this beaming light of the sun I can hardly see through my eyes. All that surrounded me was grass, bushes, the nearby trees swaying in the wind with rocks underneath them. Rocks that are sitting there, quietly waiting to be picked up and thrown over the cliff above. I open my eyes wider looking to my right, across my arm and see cuts, bruises, and dirt over my light white skin. Noticing underneath is my sunflower blonde hair that has a bunch of dirt in it. I take a glance at my feet, completely covered in dirt with no shoes on. I notice my ripped oversized shirt that goes past my hips making its way into a dress that's ripped and has holes in them in the back and front. I feel the breeze of the wind in between my legs going its way through my oversized dress-shirt brushing its way through all the holes of my t-shirt. Causing my long t-shirt to slightly move around my waist when it was just sitting on top of me. I turn my head to the other side away from where the sun was facing and feel my body flat on the ground as a shape of a star. I'm just laying here.... It hurts. My body hurts from the feeling of sharp pain and the agony of my back and bones. What happened to me...? Where am I....? I move my left arm up and rest it over my eyes covering them under the sun. And begin to daze off again under the flaming heat... I'm sweating so much.... My hair is sticking to my forehead...And I question myself under my breath, "Why is the sea black? Where do I belong...?"
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"What do you want?" I snap, slamming my locker shut. His casual smirk, messy dark hair, tan skin, strong arms, eerie storm-grey eyes... the list could go on of things I notice- that I shouldn't notice- about him. "Oh, I want a lot of things." He inspects a speck of dirt on his arm. "I'm sure you've heard the news?" His eyes flicker back up to meet mine. Does he know? No. He can't. So I roll my eyes. He can't know that I know, that I would do anything to be the first one he tells. "You'll have to be more specific." I mutter, trying to look casual as I inspect my nails. "Well, it involves a certain title of the swim team," He offers. I shrug. "So you got captain. That's cool. And what do I have to do with that?" He narrows his eyes, trying to read my expression. Unfortunately for him, I have mastered the art of hiding my emotions. "This is what I wanted to talk to you about. During English," He fiddles with his sweater sleeve. "I recall you trying to talk to me," I frown. "Well, I..." He swallows, seeming... nervous? "I'm not doing too great... subject wise. And if I don't pick up my ass soon, I might be forced to quit." He rubbed the back of his neck, making his shirtsleeve slide up his arm to reveal a strong bicep. Not that I notice. I narrow my eyes. "And what do I get back in return?" I cross my arms. I'm going to be late for the bus if we don't hurry. He studies my face. "Name your price." He mirrored my position. I sigh. Money... but I don't need it. Popularity... but I don't want it. I meet his gaze steadily. He lifts his chin, the tiniest bit, but it doesn't intimidate me. I square my shoulders and stand up straight. He's only just taller than me. "Stop pretending to be perfect." All rights reserved. Cover art by me :) but will probably be redone soon

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