That Day on the Beach

"I've been tryna swim with both my hands behind my back. The ocean current pulling my feet down. The gentle ocean breeze blowing water into my eyes. The endless expanse of ocean opening before me. That boat, that cursed boat and that handsome sweet boy who wasn't so sweet.

I have swam for hours in a direction I do not know. I am just trying to escape from the boy who I loved. I would drown if needed. He wanted me, all of me but he couldn't stand it when I rejected him. When I told him I wasn't ready. He lied to me and told me he was scared of the ocean. He manipulated me into coming out onto his boat.

"Becky!" the voice called. "Where are you?"

I start to kick harder and swim faster, desperate to get away or die. The sound of a boat slicing through the waves like an ominous shark creeps closer. The feeling that I'll be caught at any moment is a constant at the back of my neck.

I feel a hand reach out and grab me. "There you are!" the boy said. "Now, why don't we finish what we started?"

The feeling of a knife being rammed into my side causes me to cry out. I have no fight left in me and I submit to the will of my captor. The feeling of cold wind on my skin is what I cling to as my captor stabs me repeatedly until, the stabbing stops and the sound of gurgling blood breaks me from my trance.

"It's gonna be okay ma'am. I am Agent Hunter Price of the FBI. You're safe now. We've long suspected you were in danger from Yaldo Tucker the infamous drug kingpin."

I was then sent to a hospital and put into a medically induced coma."

"Mom! Is all of that even true? I thought you loved the ocean!"

"My dear, I always feared the ocean."