Painted Fate (1)

The song of the waves and the fire of the sun greeted me. The cold water is kissing my feet and it sends chill through my bones.

I tried to move my feet away from the water but I can’t. It is as if my feet have its own brain. I tried to move in a sitting position but I cannot do it. My body do not want to cooperate with me because every part of me aches like hell. I shut my eyes because the brightness of the sun is stabbing my eyes. My hands found my throat. I try to mutter a word but what's all I can do is to growl like an animal.

Something thunders in my head. Water. Waves. Sand. Sun. I am not at their mercy anymore, I guess. Not until they find me.

 I roll over and crawl to the sand like a crab. My whole body is screaming for me to stop what I am doing but I just can't. Not now. There's no time for resting. It doesn't matter if every bone in my body cracks. What matter most is that they would never catch me breathing. I do not want to be their animal. Not anymore.

My hands are shaking reaching for the huge stone in front me. I got a hold of it. I move my other hand and I felt a bleeding pain. Someone stepped on my wrist.

“Do you have any right to step on my territory?” His angry voice reaches my eardrums. I try hard to answer him but no words would come out from my mouth.

“You aren't a mute, yes?”

The irritation in his voice vibrates in my ear.

“Oh. You don’t hear me? You are probably deaf.”

 He steps even more at my wrist that all I could do is to whimper in pain.

“The hell are you doing in here?”

 The guy is unnerving. Why can he not see I’m out of voice?

“I am trying to be the nicest guy on Earth here, and you are trying to be the worst people of all, aren’t you?”

Nicest guy? To break a wrist is a nice thing to do of a nice guy? If I could just spit the words at his face. If I could just talk. If I could just find my voice I will tell him that he is worst at trying. And If I am not a crab here, I will definitely kick him.

The more he gets no answers from me the more he stepped on my wrist and the more I cry in pain. And when he didn't get any answers, he sat on the huge stone in front of me where my other hand is gripping for support. Maybe I escaped those bastards but here is this guy trying to kill me just because I can’t answer his worth a billion dollar question. I start to open my mouth to try to say a word.

“What? You are saying something?” He asks lowering his head to mine. He put a hand to my chin and when he sees my face, his features soften. His hand runs to my face. He pulls his hand back and looks at it. He furrows his brows to what he sees in his hands. Then I black out.