Haven
It was cold and dark. I don’t know why I was still here. There was a large stray rock separate from the others clumped along the beach, so I made my way over to take a seat. I wasn’t planning on going home just yet. The beach makes me calm, the noises all natural and non-violent, unlike the house I’ve grown up in. I have always loved the beach. The smell of the salty water, the wind in my face, the gentle roar of the waves all combine to create a sense of peace and calm. I guess you could call it my haven. I come here to clear my head and think about my day. This has been going on ever since dad left us 18 months ago. My parents constantly fought, dad leaving didn’t make it much better. I can never escape the madness in the house. That’s …show more content…
Today was no different from the rest of them. The stress of school, the anxiety of someone talking to me at school, the shouting and arguing at home. I’m not a social person, I preferred to keep to myself. I had already experienced the pain of a broken friendship and I didn’t want to put myself through that again. I liked it this way, and no one ever questioned it. The moon reflected a subtle light against the ripples in the ocean, painting the most perfect picture with the stars above. From a distance, I saw a rock skim across the water creating a domino effect of harsh ripples clashing with the ones formed by the waves. I looked in the direction of the movement to try and make out a figure in the darkness, but I couldn’t see one. A pit began to form in my stomach and I shoved my hands in the pockets of my jacket, I guess as a sense of self-security. I didn’t know whether or not to move. I ended up just staying still. Hundreds of thoughts began to run through my head. What if I’m just dreaming this? Or maybe it was a person. What if that person is going to kill me? Should I run before it’s too late? Maybe I’m just being
It was cold and dark. I don’t know why I was still here. There was a large stray rock separate from the others clumped along the beach, so I made my way over to take a seat. I wasn’t planning on going home just yet. The beach makes me calm, the noises all natural and non-violent, unlike the house I’ve grown up in. I have always loved the beach. The smell of the salty water, the wind in my face, the gentle roar of the waves all combine to create a sense of peace and calm. I guess you could call it my haven. I come here to clear my head and think about my day. This has been going on ever since dad left us 18 months ago. My parents constantly fought, dad leaving didn’t make it much better. I can never escape the madness in the house. That’s …show more content…
Today was no different from the rest of them. The stress of school, the anxiety of someone talking to me at school, the shouting and arguing at home. I’m not a social person, I preferred to keep to myself. I had already experienced the pain of a broken friendship and I didn’t want to put myself through that again. I liked it this way, and no one ever questioned it. The moon reflected a subtle light against the ripples in the ocean, painting the most perfect picture with the stars above. From a distance, I saw a rock skim across the water creating a domino effect of harsh ripples clashing with the ones formed by the waves. I looked in the direction of the movement to try and make out a figure in the darkness, but I couldn’t see one. A pit began to form in my stomach and I shoved my hands in the pockets of my jacket, I guess as a sense of self-security. I didn’t know whether or not to move. I ended up just staying still. Hundreds of thoughts began to run through my head. What if I’m just dreaming this? Or maybe it was a person. What if that person is going to kill me? Should I run before it’s too late? Maybe I’m just being