-:Bring:-:Me:-:Back:-:To:-:Life:- {Oneshot}

[Hayley]

"Come on, Ren! Take me swimming!" A flimsy hand flaps in my ten year old face. I scrunch my face up and take a step back. "Later," he grunts. Ugh, this was annoying. All he was concerned with was his stupid schoolwork. I can just get Anyi to do mine for me! He should really find someone to do his work for him. I shake his shoulder again. "You promised!" An exasperated sigh comes from him. "I never promised. I just said I might, but I'm busy now." Now it's my turn to sigh. "Fine." I huff as I turn and walk out of his room. 

Ren was probably my least favorite brother. He was always blowing me off for something or another. It's not like he had a girlfriend, either! It was always something stupid like homework or studying or going to the library. He really needs to take a chill pill or something and relax. 

I slam the white washed wooden door behind me and start to slightly stomp down the hallway. I don't want to sound like a brat, but I'm pretty mad. He lied, he knew he promised to take me. Mom and Dad still refuse to let me go swimming by myself, so I rely on my brothers for that type of stuff. Actually, I rely on them for a lot. Dad was always off working and Mom was always somewhere. I don't know where because she never said. 

A breeze runs into my room from the opened door. Currently, I'm sitting in a chair in front of my open window. Some air is coming from there too. The chair is nothing special, just a brown wooden one. I rest my chin in my small hands and stare out into the blue sea. Soon, I sense that someone is standing behind me. A hand is laid on my shoulder. "Hey kiddo." I turn around and find that I'm facing Zayne, one of my other brothers. "I saw what happened back there". I sigh. It really wasn't uncommon for Ren to flake out, so I don't know why I was so upset. "You know... I was about to go out to the beach. Do you want to come?" Those few words brighten my day. I raise my head and look up at him with a smile. "Sure."

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Knees pulled to my chest, I look out over the vast sea. My head rests on my bare, knobby knees as I sigh half heartedly. Blue ripples push the grainy sand up and down the immense beach I sit on. Occasionally, some water comes far enough in to brush the tips of my toes, but quickly receds back to its family of water. Family. At least the water has something to go back to. Yeah, I have a family if you count two oblivious parents. They've been of no use whatsoever in the past two years. Actually, they weren't much use before then either, but now it's different. Now it's just me, the one and only child. For some reason they expect me to take care of myself now, because I'm fourteen. The real reason is that they don't want to look at me anymore. I'm too disgusting. I remind them too much of them. 

 A thumping in my chest is distracting my thoughts. Really, what am I thinking about? Craziness. I... I really don't know what's going on with me right now. I finger the later bracelet on my right wrist and take a gulp of air. Calm down, Hayley. A cool night time breeze whips my long hair behind my head. Yeah, night. I escaped a couple hours ago and have been sitting here on the beach ever since. It's not like I have anything important back at the house. It's not like anyone noticed that I left. It's not like anyone cared. 

They said there was nothing left. No bodies, no nothing. There was nothing to even bury. We just stood by the leftriver and let three candles go. My parents held each other while my mother cried for her lost sons and herself. She didn't cry for me, the kid with no one to look up to anymore. She didn't cry for all those other people who knew people that had died too. She cried for her own selfish reasons. I had stood off somewhere to the side, by myself, with no one comforting me. From then on, I was all alone. There was nobody to talk to, nobody to confide in, nobody to just hang out with. I was on a boat slowly drifting away from shore. Soon, that boat would be gone, lost at sea. Someone to talk to would've been good right about now. Maybe they could have prevented what I'm about to do. 

Finally, I stand up. My feet are bare, and my shorts offer little protection from the wind. Maybe a tank top and shorts weren't the best clothing choices, but they're what I wore to bed. Quickly, I inspect the beach for stragglers like myself, but no one appears. The shorts and shirt slip off of my body until I'm standing in the sand in my underclothes. My toes curl in the soft sand as my long legs carry me to the water. 

The moment the water sloshes against the lower part of my exposed legs, I am struck by its temperature. It's the middle of the summer, yet the ocean is freezing cold.  I take a deep breath and continue into the ocean until I'm floating in neck-deep water. My arms seem as if they're flailing in the midnight dark water. I don't have much time until the sun comes up and people realize I'm gone. I take that back. In reality, I have a couple of days. Taking another deep breath, I dunk my head under the water. 

Darkness. That's the first sensation I feel. It's the sense of nothingness that surprises me. Sure, I've been out here plenty of times during the day when you can actually see, but never this late into the night. There is nothing you can visibly see now. Immediately I start to notice the numbing feeling in my arms and legs from the temperature of the water. Fine. I don't care. The faster I get this over with, the better. My eyes close and I wait for the moment when I can wait no more. 

Then their faces start to appear in my vision. No, this shouldn't be happening. I left them behind a long time ago, and I'm not going back. I came here to my safest haven to forget them. I came here to die. I didn't come here to be closer to them, I came here to get farther away. My eyes close. I let the cool salty blanket envelope my entire being, releasing myself and my tension in it. 

Pressure on my back interrupts my blank mind. Is this what it feels like to day. The pressure hardens. Then two pressures come on my upper back and curl around my shoulders. I'm flying upward towards the surface now. No! This isn't supposed to happen! I can't fight it. Ive been too deprived of oxygen. My head was already feeling light and my body turning numb. This was not a part of my plan! Soon a new feeling reveals itself. Air. No! I attempt struggling against the new force, but my body is slowly dying. 

As soon as I feel the oxygen hitting my body, I automatically start breathing it, but I have to stop myself. This is a suicide mission, and I'm not supposed to come out alive! But of course, I feel my limp body being pulled through the waves. Soon a scratchy substance rubs against my back, and I'm being dragged up onto the sand beach. My eyes are still closed shut. Lips pressed against mine, air blown into my still breathing body. Whoever this is probably won't stop until I acknowledge their presence. Slowly, I open one eye. The person that pulled me to shore was a boy? What was he doing out this early/late? The guy looked to be probably a few years older than me. Blue eyes, blonde hair, the norm for some of the town kids.

Why did he come save me? Nobody cares about me. I'm just a girl and he's just a guy. What makes me so special all of a sudden? I give a small cough to alert him that I'm alive. Whoo-hoo. He backs away from me and extends a hand as if to help me up. I still feel kind of weak, so I just prop myself up on one elbow instead. He stares at me for a moment before speaking. "...I'm Datonec." he tells me. Datonec? What kind of a name is that? Sorry, I can't help it. I know the kid just saved me and all, but that's just a weird name. And I'm still trying to figure out why he's out here so early in the morning. Most good girls and boys are still asleep in their beds. We, on the other hand, are most likely not good children of the world. 

"Thanks for saving me and all, but I didn't need saving." His eyes widen a little as he registers my words. But only for a moment. In the next moment they furrow into a somewhat determined expression. But there's something else there. I just can't identify it. His eyes travel to the sand beneath his feet. His chest heaves like he's taking a deep breath. Datonec's blue eyes meet my dull grey ones. "Maybe you did."

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I walk the streets of my district alone. But I walk them with my head held high. My colorful locks falling over my cheeks and forehead, I glare at every person I see. They don't know why I look at them like I do. They all just assume I'm that poor child that lost her family. They look at me with pity. I look at them in hatred. I don't need their pity. I hate these people because they are selfish. They don't know how good they have it. These people have other people to go home to, to love them. I have nothing. And I intend to keep it that way because I don't want to become selfish like them. I walk alone. [/color][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]