I never believed that it would do this. I never believed that it could. I mean, the ocean had always been the friend I never had. I used to sit out on the rocks for hours on end, knees pulled to my chest, watching the great blue waves throw themselves against the craggy shore. The sunset had always cast ruby-red rays over the glistening sapphire water, making it look as if there were millions of pinprick stars in the sky. But now... now all I can see are rivers of blood against a sea of tears. Her blood. My tears. The ocean no longer deserves any description of beauty and tranquility. I used to think of it as wonderful, but I now see it for what it really is - a ruthless, cold-blooded killer.
The ocean took my older sister, and by doing that, the ocean took me.
Three months. Three months of pain and suffering at my loss, my sister's loss. She was the only one I ever really cared about, and the sole person that felt the same about me. Now, with her gone... I am alone.
I lean back against a coarse gray boulder on the seashore and inhale the sharp aroma of salt and seaweed. Can i eave the ocean? I wonder, and then I snort aloud, "Can I jump over it?"
A couple walking their dog along the shoreline glance at me strangely, at my mascara-streaked face, and pick up their pace. I can't blame them.
For so long I have wanted to turn my back on my sister's killer, the glistening, roiling ocean that had once been my only salvation from this cruel and desolate world. Now I cannot bear to turn away from it. Every day I come to this spot, telling myself that tomorrow I won't return, but I always do.
-Kinsey D.
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