Ocean Red Blood
My hand floats down till I'm bent over to feel the sand. The grains glitter in the setting light, making rays of shining gold waft across the beach
My heart thumps in my chest, a distinct beat mixed in with the slosh of the waves. I try to calm down. I try, and it works. Only for a second, though.
The thing is, this feeling, the feeling of embarrassment, doesn't subside so easily. If only I could fit in. If only I could be like them. Then maybe, finally, I can be myself.
My hand shakes. What do they say about me? If only I knew. Oh, but I do. I just wish I could fix it. I wish I could fix myself. The looks people give me and the scars across me.
I step forward, one foot at a time. Now my legs are shaking. I feel the blade in my pocket, grazing my finger over it. One more step, and I sit. I sit on the wet sand with the water up to my ribs. Before I pull the blade out, I dunk my head in the water. The sounds of the world briefly drown out before I pull my head back out. Only after that do I take out the blade and pour droplets of my blood into the ocean, tinting the water an ocean red.
