Chapter One
I’m sitting on the beaches of the west coast. Running away to Northern California and the sky is pitch-black, I should’ve stayed home. Slightly inebriated with the drugs beginning to take influence though regardless, I had already settled even before I got to this state of mind. I just need some artificial courage. Dipping my toes into the faint line between sand and sea, I engulf a big breath. Mentally shrieking ’be brave’ repeatedly in my brain, still in question if this is an act of bravery or truly cowardice. Facing the deepening sea head-on, I’m prepared to end at fifteen. I shiver, suffering reaches its end today reaches the forefront of my mind then diluted by the sheer fear. Stride by stride I walk into the aloof waters. I assumed the seas to be a bit warmer, after all, this is not Boston. The water begins to tickle my neck. Bare feet make contact the seaweed underneath the water. I keep walking on the seafloor until I can only stand on the tips of my toes. My nostrils begin to approach the waters, tilting my head up trying to obtain space to breathe. Cognizant that I don’t know how to swim I try to devise the form of a what a swimmer should resemble. I am nowhere near what swimming looks like but I keep trying to go deeper. I only paddle for a couple of meters before I start taking mouthfuls and inhales of salt water. Is this it, the end? I see lights in the distance.
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Looking at the view behind, I’m greeted by the pebbles and sand. The green grasses that reflect the light of the moon. Then the thickets and high trees and the great Klamath