Riptide

All she could do was stand frozen at the end of the cliff, listening to the rumble of the waves crashing below her. She was the symbol of peace, it’s what her mother had conditioned her to be. And now? She wasn’t even close to the perfect daughter her mother even hoped to want. She’d never been perfect, that idea had grown inside her, taken root like a weed in a garden that didn’t even know what a weed was.

She had one choice, it was a sure choice. The world would keep spinning, no one would even remember her if she just moved maybe an inch... closer... to... the... edge...

The riptide would get to her first, pulling her down into the bliss of the ocean. Or, if she was lucky enough, the waves would recede just as her body hit the first of the many sharp rocks hiding beneath the deadly riptide.

She opened her eyes, letting the stormy breeze whip her dark brown hair into her pale blue eyes. It was a perfect day to do it, stormy and angry, just like how she felt for her mother’s reaction. The event re-played in her mind again.

“You’re serious?” Her mom had said earlier that day.

“Mom, I’ve never been more serious in my life,” She said, close to tears.

“I will not have a child who is... bi... bise... Bisexual!” Her mother had said. That was when she had ran out the door of their home among the cliffs, it had what lead her to the cliff she was on now.

She looked up at the stormy sky, feeling a raindrop fall on her cheek, then the feeling of being pulled downward.

She had been claimed by the riptide. At least it didn’t judge.