TW !! dr0wn!ng topics mentioned !! The ocean. The place where I grew up. I always would wake up to the smell of salty air and the sound of the waves crashing on the golden sand. "Come on Rose! Get your sister!" Mom called from the bottom of the staircase. I tied my hazel hair into a messy bun, and went looking for Molly. "Molls! We have to go!" She was staring out the window, watching as each wave came in and came out. She turned to see me, her light blue eyes sparkling like the ocean in the morning. "What happens?" She whispered. "What do you mean 'What happens'?" I was oddly confused. "When the ocean comes and drags a person with them?" Her innocent eyes looked at me. Flashbacks cloud my head from a couple years back. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- *flashbacks* "Rose! Lets go to the beach!" Fiona yelled. She brought her bag full of polaroid cameras, snacks, and everything you needed for a fun day at the beach. "Hey Fiona? It's not the weather for the beach." The charcoal-black clouds flooded the sky. "Oh come on! It's not that bad!" She replied, obviously annoyed I wasn't up for going to the beach. "I'm serious Fiona! High tides are no joke! They can k!ll you!" I was worried. Fiona was the kind of girl to just go anyway. "Try to stop me then!" She ran out the door, thinking this was some funny joke. I ran too, adrenaline kicking in. She was facing me as my heart was beating harder than it ever did. "Fiona! I'm dead serious!" I yelled, trying to get her away from the choppy tides. She backed up a bit, getting closer and closer to the raging waters. Then there was one wrong step. The splash of the water. The tears. The muffled screams. The yells for help, but nobody came. The rain. The tides pulling her away from shore. I couldn't save her. Coming closer to the tide would take me too. The next day her b0dy was found. "Fiona Grace Miller has passed away." They announced. I couldn't face the pain, the grief, so I buried it away. All the "I'm sorry's" and the "You will get through this" bounced off of me like raindrops bounced off a polaroid camera on a charcoal-black cloudy day at the beach.
