Sunlight filtered through the trees as I lay on the ground, my sierra eyes scanning the clouds as grass gently brushed against my face. Rain clouds were rolling in, and brief breezes swept through every now and then. I was uncontrollably smiling; I loved this place. If I had been sitting up, I could see straight across the ocean and into the horizon. The view was just unbelievably beautiful. The waves were a little harsher, as rain began to drizzle down. I could see faint ripples disappearing in the ocean and reappearing, over and over. All I could do was lie here, forever.
I allowed my eyes to shut, a smile still stretched across my face for some reason I couldn’t decipher. I heard dim footsteps creeping closer, then an index finger landed on my forehead. My exposed eyes revealed the vision of Eric. He was chuckling, his grin clearly showing his evident happiness. I laughed, too, and sat up. He was like a brother to me; to replace the one I’d lost.
Our houses were right next door, in the middle of nowhere, but right beside the ocean. My mother and father had bought it to live together once he’d proposed to her. But my mother never noticed that he was truly cruel. Once my she got pregnant, my father just … changed. He’d come home late, drunk, and smash plates and antiques. One night he got home at midnight and my mother and him got into a fight about something and he was so drunk that he took a knife and held it to my mother’s throat, screaming for her to die. Luckily I woke up and ran downstairs. My father wouldn’t dare murder my mother in front of me.
After my brother, Aaron, was born, and grew to about five years old, my father awoke in the middle of the night, and snuck into Aaron’s room. Unexpectedly, I heard Aaron screaming bloody murder. My feet shuffled down the hallway, and finger tips gently gliding against the wall. I stopped abruptly at my brother’s room; only to see my baby brother lying, lifeless, with a kitchen knife vigorously lunged into his chest. Nobody really knew why my father did this, but my parents certainly got divorced. My father was sent to jail to serve a life sentence, but while in his cell after about three weeks, he committed suicide. At least, that’s what my mother told me.
I snapped out of my reminiscent state, and remembered that Eric was here.
“So … what’s up? Something wrong?” I inquired, gazing back at his eyes.
“It’s all good,” He cheerfully stated, and sat down right next to me; so close our arms touched. “I just came to look at the ocean with you in the rain, ‘cause I know how you always sit outside during storms.”
I was so happy I was near tears. “Thanks.” I mumbled, staring back into the vast waters. I felt Eric’s arms wrap around me, giving me a hug and then laying down on the wet grass. We never did care if our shirts or jeans got muddy cause we’d sit in the rain so much that we were used to it. I laid down next to him, turned my head and smiled in his direction. He returned a grin back at me, and we stared at each other for at least a minute, then back up at the cloudy sky. We imagined different creatures and forms out of the clouds, like dragons and phones. We laughed and told stories about random things that would happen to us.
“Sara.” Eric said, looking seriously at me.
“…Eric?” I responded, my eyes looking straight into his.
“I want you to remember this.”
“What?”
“What I’m about to tell you.”
“Okay. I swear.”
“Good. I just want to tell you, that no matter what happens, I will always be here to save and protect you. For instance, if some sort of danger brews, and you’re in trouble, I’ll rescue you. Even if I have to a thousand times.”
I didn’t know how I could respond to that. My eyes shifted their view back to the solemn ocean, watching the tides grow bigger and stronger. The storm was brewing a bit quicker, and I could hear claps of thunder off in the distance. I remained relaxed; lying next to the one I loved the most out of anyone in the world. My eyelids flickered every now and then, fatigue consuming me. I rolled my head over to rest it on Eric’s shoulder, and held him close to me. Then, the seemingly perfect world grew black.
Next post date:: December 01, 2008.
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