And that's basically all I got to say.
I don't know what to think yet. But read this:
The wind flew over the beach, sending ripples through
the coarse specks of sand as the luminous moon reflected on the ocean waves.
Softly pressed footprints walked out to the water’s edge, where I girl stood.
The water climbed up to her ankles when she walked further into its depths.
Something,
someone called her back, but when she turned all she found was darkness. She
wished someone was there to be with her in her final moments, but she was
utterly and completely alone. Everyone hated her. Even her best friend.
In
efforts to rid herself of her old life, she started yanking on her necklaces.
Some fell to the ground, embedding themselves in the sand to be found by
another. Others dunk into the water, and were so light they floated away.
The
final one, through, trembled in her hands before she let go. Neatly scrawled on
the pendant was, ‘The World is there to Push You Down. I was Made to Pick You
Back Up.” It was from her mother. Brittney had picked it out with her Mom.
The
girl allowed a single tear to slide down her face and join the ocean, but just
that one.
She
continued. The water was chilling, and shivers through her body that made it
hard to move or function, but she pushed forward. She couldn’t give up now.
The
ocean called to her, and she loved the beautiful melody it sang to her with
every step. The waves crashed right in front of her, and she almost smiled when
one splashed her face, landing only inches from her outstretched fingertips.
“Sorry
Mom,” she whispered, and let the water engulf and choke her to death.
I love it, and don't. It seems imperfect. Needs help. I'll fix it later . . .
