A Cry to the Ocean

This is a flash fiction story that I came up with the idea for, but didn't start writing, in September for suicide prevention awareness month. I'm not sure if it should be rated green or yellow, so please tell me in the comments what you think.


1. Three Short Words

A girl is walking in the direction of the beach. Her aesthetic, ivory colored dress flows around her in the cool, winter breeze. The sky is a brilliant medley of colors like indigo, jasmine, and emerald. The remaining sunlight is distributed to the other parts of the sky who are willing to catch and treasure it.The last rays of the now fading sunlight bounce off the girl's golden hair and illuminate it, like a perfect halo around her melancholy face. She appears distraught, conflicted by the world. She wonders what she has done to deserve all this emptiness she now feels. There's a void in her heart that continues to consume her more and more by each passing day, until she's at the point of no return. Her feet graze just the edge of the lapping waves over the shore. She gracefully continues forward, and descends further and further into the water, with no hesitation whatsoever. 

I can't keep watching this. But I can't move. I can't help this poor soul no matter what I try.

I jolt awake.

It was just a nightmare, only a nightmare, I reassure myself. Surely the girl wasn't actually Christine, although there is a striking resemblance between the two. I'll go check on her, just to suppress my burning conscience. There's a voice in the back of my head, telling me that something isn't right. It isn't right at all.

I walk across the hall to her room, praying she's sound asleep in her bed, my footsteps murmuring throughout the corridor.

She's not there. Her sheets are ridden down to the lowest point of her bed, and there's a faint indentation in the mattress, insinuating that she's recently departed.

I'm sure she just went to get a glass of water. Yes, that has to be it.

I check the kitchen, the spare rooms, but she isn't anywhere to be found.

As my last resort, I step outside of the beach house. I can hear my heart pounding in my head as I gasp in sheer realization.

There she is. 

Standing, in the middle of the ocean, looking like an angel among the vast azure waters.

My arms and legs tingle as I begin to feel nauseous, and the world begins to spin around me. No...

"Christine! Christine, come back!"

"Don't do this! It doesn't have to end this way!"

She is moments away from being fully enveloped by the crashing waves of the Atlantic Ocean. Her hair is draped around her shoulders, moving along with the ebb and flow of the waves.

"No! Christine, come back!" I repeat.

My efforts are useless.

She's too far away, I'll never make it to her in time.

Salty tears sting my face and my bare feet are impaled by stray shells and twigs as I race towards her silhouette, slowly drifting away. Slowly drifting...

As I call out to her for the last time, I see her figure turning around to me, pausing. But then she turns back around and proceeds to walk forward.

I collapse on the sand. My best friend, practically my sister, whom I've known for my whole life, is gone. Simply gone. No last goodbyes. No warm embraces signaling that I would see her again, promising me that she wouldn't leave me here, sobbing as cold fingers grasp my heart and rip it to shreds. I have nothing left in this world. 

Somehow, my feet make it over to the edge of a drop off deep into the ocean. The inviting water swirls around my feet, coaxing me to just take one more step. Then, I can be at peace.

In that moment, I hear footsteps on the sand. Someone is running towards me. I dare not look up, in fear that my hopes will be crushed once more. I can't keep living like this.

But then I feel arms around me, pulling me to shore. I hear her voice consoling me, apologizing, promising me that I'll never be alone in this world, because she will stay with me. She will always stay with me. 

I don't look up, because I don't need to.



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