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Taken by the Sea Chapter 2
03:21 Mar 17 2011
Times Read: 548








After I’d fully woken up, I noticed the sun was rising. Watching the sun rise put the urge to run inside me. I was never one for running or into anything athletic, but I couldn’t fight the urge. I didn’t know where I was going, I just ran out of the house, and into the woods that covered the hill. It wasn’t till the brush on the forest floor scratched my legs, that I realized I was still in my nightgown, and barefoot. I winced but kept running. I ran down the slope at a speed I really was not comfortable with because I was always scared of that slope. With in minuets I reached the beach, thankful for the soft sand. I sat on a large rock and sighed.



Why had I come here? The answer was buried deep in my mind, it was trying to surface, but the process was slow. I shuddered remembering the urge that made me come here; it felt like a large magnet pulled me. The wind blew hard, and I looked up, the sky was covered with think dark clouds. I hopped off the rock and was heading back to the forest, when I saw a bright flash of lightning hit the waters, and I saw a man standing down the beach in the water, staring at me. I blinked; he looked a bit familiar, but still a total stranger. I turned and walked back home.





As I walked home, I heard the sound of foot steps, but when I looked behind me, nothing was there. I shrugged it off, blamed it on a deer running past or something. When I got home, I had to sneak in; luckily both parents were still asleep. After quick shower I hopped back into bed, exhausted.



I woke up around noon, I think, it was a cloudy day, the large clouds hadn’t passed. I yawned and sat up, pushing my now tangled hair out of my eyes. As my eyes adjusted, I realized there was a dark shadow in one of the corners of my room. A sense of dread filled me for an unknown reason. I stood up and began walking to my door, when I turned and looked back at the corner, the shadow moved.

Taken by the sea . Chapter 1
02:08 Mar 08 2011
Times Read: 560

I stared out the car window silently watching the scenery pass by. My mother, Margret, was babbling on and on about how things would be better now that I was coming home. I couldn’t agree more, life in a padded room has sucked, and I missed my house, my family, my pets, even my school. Though it wasn’t like I’d be going to school anytime soon, it’s June, and I’ll be going to the local High school not the Middle school.



I was in the middle of thinking about how people would react when I came back to school, when my mother yelled “Maria, are you listening to me?” I looked at her startled, “yeah mom, just seeing the town for the first time in years” She smiled and nodded, “yes, it’s changed a lot hasn’t it?” she turned back to watching the road, talking about how so many new stores had opened.



It wasn’t long till we turned into our drive; it’s a smallish two bedroom house. It’s a sea foam green color, with white shutters, my room and my personal bathroom are the only two rooms upstairs. It sits on a hill over looking the ocean. I quickly got out of the car, grabbed my small bag and ran inside. My dad, Daniel, hugged me. “Welcome home kiddo.” He said. “Thanks, good to be back” I replied then ran upstairs.



My mom had cleaned it recently, which is good, I’m sure cobwebs and dust all over my things wouldn’t have seemed very inviting, but then again, it might have been. My room still looked like a 12 year old girl’s room. Ugh, that was going too changed very soon. The bright yellow was, well, annoying. I flopped down on my bed and closed my eyes; it felt so good to be home. The sound of a ship coming past got my attention and I looked out my window to see. The sun was beginning to set, and I smiled at seeing the red and orange hues that spread across the waters.



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After dinner, a quick shower, and some computer time, I climbed into bed and smiled. I finally had a bed that wasn’t hard, there was no screaming from the girl in the next room, and most important no meds. The full moon cast a silvery glow across my room and onto my bed as I watched the light house’s bright light flash, and felt at peace. Slowly I drifted to sleep. That night I dreamt of Bradley, for the first time in 3 years.





I was swimming; I was deep down underwater, in a long blue flowing thin dress. Suddenly Bradley, no longer the 12 year old nerd, but a large handsome guy, pulls me into a large cave, and we walk into a large golden hall. He’s smiling and shinning. He whispers that he’s coming back, very soon, and I awake, in my room, breathing hard. Could this dream be an omen?

Taken By the sea ( prolouge)
00:53 Mar 08 2011
Times Read: 562

Bradley and I had been best friends since we were five. We’d done everything together. But what we like to do best was hang out by the beach. There was something magical about the air by the sea. Bradley used to say that the wind and the water joined together in a sweet lullaby. I’d just smile and look for another sea shell.



When we were twelve Bradley disappeared. The police told his mother that he most likely kidnapped or had runaway. I sat by knowing what had happened to my dear friend. Finally one day I had told my parents. The result of that was ending up here…in the psychiatric ward in the local hospital. Apparently when you tell your parents time after time that your best friend was taken by the sea, they think you’re crazy.



They may think I am but, I know the truth. I was there, I saw the light from the ocean, I heard the sweet singing, and I saw my best friend run off into the sea to his father. I still remember his words, "tell my mom that I’m with my father, I’m where I belong." He’d said the hour before he’d left. The day he left was the day he’d told me everything. His mother and father had married young, but he’d never told his wife the truth about him. She had been tired of his secrets and left him.



I’d been so depressed when he left. My parents and the psychiatrist told me that I was taking the news hard, and needed to come up with a story about what had happened, just to make myself feel better. Then they threw me in here. I’m seventeen now. It’s been years since I’ve talked about Bradley, to anyone. So today I’m coming home. And I’m going to keep the promise I made to him, I’m going to wait for his return.