Waves crash against the rocks as the ocean smashes against the new safe world he now calls home. The sea is vicious as he waits for his saviour to rescue him. The demons talking in his head.
His chest tightens as the atmosphere smothers his breath and takes the air out his lungs. He remembers the death that brought him here to this island. A murder and blood.
7 Days Ago…
The top deck was quiet that night. No one was there. In the dark, he walked under the stars thinking of his wife asleep in her cabin. This stranger was watching him. He saw him, out his peripheral vision lurking in the shadows, watching silently. Suspicion and wonder cross his mind. He walks past and glances the stranger’s way. Grant recognises him from the evening charity event. A passing look between him and his wife. He encircled her into an embrace to warn him off her. Showing him she is his, taken.
He watches him as he steps forward. “Do you have a light?” the stranger keeps his head down and averts his eyes. The air thick with suspicion as he decides if he walks by, ignoring the request.
“Sure.” Keeping his distance, he reaches into his pocket, he sees the flash of moonlight hit the blade. “Hey! Whoa! What is this?!” Grant backs up, away from this man.
“I know it was you! You hurt her!” Lines crease his forehead with anger and menace as he breathes putrid sweet breath! His arm across Grant’s throat, making it hard for him to breathe.
“What? No! I don’t, I love her …” Grants breathing laboured as he struggles for breath. He struggles to shift his weight off as he pushes him away. Shifting his weight against this stranger who is threatening his life.
“I know!!” he yells in his face as spit sprays his face. Showing the fear in his eyes as confusion flashes through his mind. Stepping into his personal space, backed against the wall once again.
“Stay away! If you don’t you will regret marrying her!” His hands up surrendering his life, Grant waits as the stranger walks away but unbeknown to him, follows him to his cabin. He returns with haste to warn Sarah. The shock, fear and anger evade him. He sees the blood pooling across the floor, her arm trailing through the dark congealed blood, leaving drag marks across the tiled floor. He hurries outside and vomits over the balcony into the ocean below. The stranger, he flashes a knife, they struggle, and he jumps overboard to safety.
Resting head in hands, sobbing, remembering his beautiful Sarah. It has been seven days since he left her laying on the floor. He misses her. The peacefulness here on the island is torture to him. He remembers her the last time he saw her. Just as he imagined she would look. Dead and lifeless.
He thinks back to happier times. When they were in each others embrace by moonlight under the skies of the Northern Lights. A magical night where his life changed for the better. Now sitting here he decides it’s time to live not survive.
Searching the island for resources he spells out the words across the sand. Feeling accomplished. He waits for the yacht to return.
On the horizon, he sees the white fleck in the distance. It comes to shore as Sarah, stood on deck, a beautiful vision, sun hat held tightly by her hand as the wind blows her blonde hair across her flawless face. She jumps into the water, up to her thighs as she desperately wades through the ocean to reach her man. The love of his life.
“How about we get married and go on honeymoon? Relax on the beach and leave your old life behind?”
“Perfect! Without Grant, my life will be perfect.” she smiles at Joe and kisses him as he holds her in his arms. Safe. Content. Happy.
In the sand, Sarah glances over at the branches that spell out the words, Marry Me!
“My answer is Yes! I will marry you!” Sarah smiles as she feels the weight of their plan wash away any guilt she had. Perfectly worked out so they could be together. Sarah safe in his arms.
The perfect plan.
So I was a little stumped for a post and thought I would go to the daily prompt for inspiration for today’s post! When I realised what today’s prompt was, I have to say I was pleased! It actually gives a reason to go over past issues I’ve had when I was growing up and hurtful comments I had while at school!
I arrive at school on a normal day wondering what today will bring. The morning was the start to a new week and the class were already sat in their seats. The room was noisy so with my head down I walked to the back of the class and sat at the empty space at the table.
I was only around 9 years old but already aware I wasn’t one of the popular girls. I was just me, with a few friends that hung around together. My best friend at the time was Gail, a new girl that had come to start at our school. When she first started I was so relieved that I had a friend who I could be best friends with. We immediately connected and became fast friends pretty quickly. I offered my seat for her to sit with me, I had no-one else to sit with.
I always remember that the kids were cruel. It became pretty obvious that I wasn’t going to be one of the popular crowd. I was just a normal girl that blended into the class. No-one special just me, youngest of the family of sisters brothers and half siblings. I wouldn’t say I was bullied, I just never felt accepted as part of the in the crowd. They all talked to me, they weren’t cruel just the odd comment that hurt.
I have almond shaped eyes and of course at an age where comments about your looks would make you feel very self-conscious you wouldn’t want to feel an outsider. Hurtful comments like ‘chinky’ as I often got called were soul destroying when you thought you were different but in reality, I was only called this a couple of times but its something I’ve always remembered.
I’m now a ‘grown-up” and although these comments affected me then. I wish I knew what I know now. I’ve since discovered that several people were jealous of my eyes. Ridiculous really when I think of all the taunting they did. My Mum, the wonderful lady that she was, always said to me, “Darling, they only say those things because they’re jealous. They wish they had beautiful eyes like you. Don’t shy from them darling. Embrace them.” Obviously, my reply was “Shut up Mum! They’re not jealous! They hate me.” I wish I could tell my Mum now that I know she was right. I’d give anything to say to her. “Thank you, Mum.” Most of all want to thank her.
She was a special lady to everyone who knew her. She would go out of her way to help people, be an ear to listen and be there for the joys and tribulations. She was there for anyone who needed her, whether they were there for her or not.
So you are probably wondering how this blog post falls into the word prompt of time. That is the most magical thing about my Mum. She always had time. She would make time for people, her children, family and friends. I think in the fast paced world we live in now we should all remember that we should always make time for people. Listen when someone wants to talk. Stop and slow down because before you know it, time will pass you by and the ones that were always there for you won’t be anymore. I love my parents so much and every day hurts. Take the time and ask someone special in your life how they are. Be the ear that they may need and listen to them too.
The feeling of unease is intense as I walk along hiding in the shadows of trees. The noise is there just behind me beating amongst the rain as it pelts hard against my skin. Footsteps, gaining on me, getting louder and echoing in my mind causing panic as I imagine the terror the other girls have felt before me. Forgetting my umbrella was the first mistake I made as I left in a rush. The second mistake was leaving my phone. The phone that right now could save me from the fate I’m up against.
I begin to quicken my pace as my heart beat thumps against my chest. I feel the cold against my skin as I can hear the slow rumble of thunder in the distance and count the seconds between the flash and crash of the storm.As I glance behind me he is still there, with his head bent forward, his fast walking pace shortens the gap between us. His form looms over me as I make my feet walk faster.
I look around for an open shop, but at this time of the night I’m unlucky, the street is dark and being so late, even pubs have long closed. I walk quickly to get to a safe place. As I turn the corner, up ahead I see the Tesco Extra and feel overpowered with relief as I see the lights on and someone dash inside. I begin to run as the heavens open and torrential rain beats down on my body making my sheer silk dress transparent. I feel the tension begin to slip, knowing I can get away from the stranger who has followed me for the last half a mile. Looking behind me again I see the stranger has begun to run too. My panic rising I feel my breathing quicken and my chest tightens as a panic attack threatens to challenge my escape.
I run faster and as I slip inside the shop, glancing over my shoulder, his shadow catches up and envelopes me as he follows me inside. Tensing as I wait for the attack, he bumps into me and apologises. “Sorry love, awful weather out there!” I lean against the drinks cabinet and sigh as I try to catch my breath again, realising he was heading here all along and is not the serial killer everyone’s trying to catch!