Footprints in the Sand (One-shot)

Felt like typing. .-.

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I hate it.

I hate life. I hate people. I hate animals. I hate me.

My head was bent low as I walked swiftly on the sidewalk. I watched as my sneakers made one step after the other, the laces jumping with each movement.

"Hey!"

I jerked up and saw a group of teenage boys from my school waving at me from across the street. They had grins plastered unto their faces with a jubilant spark in their eyes.

I forced my lips to curl upward, giving them a half-wave, "H-Hey."

Without another word, I started walking again, ignoring the fact that they were probably watching my behind.

Once I had walked a good mile to my plain blue house, I made a turn, and came to the wooden door. I shuffle with my keys for a few seconds, but just as I was about to insert it into the keyhole, the sound of clattering filled my ears.

I froze, and leaned in closer to the door, though I already knew what was happening.

"I thought you knew me better than this...!"
"Well, I'm sorry, I'm not an expert on you!"
"You're not even-"

The sound was cut off by the breaking of a glass. I shut my eyes and picture it. Mom, breathing heavily, staring at Dad with cold hard eyes. And Dad, glaring at the mess of the ruined utensil that lay at his feet. A few more moments of this silence and Dad would loose it, going into a frenzy.

Before I could even return my keys, I was running. Running away from everything, everyone, every darn thing in this world. I passed by houses of my so-called friends, and I passed by schools I used to attend. My mind finally cleared as my eyes sharpened to my surroundings. Somehow I had ended up at the local beach, and I stood in the middle of the location.

I dropped my bag on the sand, and slipped off my slippers. Slowly, my breathing returned, and I walked to the edge of beach, the mixture of sand and water tickling my feet.

Nobody was at the beach; most teenagers would probably be at Jenny Trevor's party. I wasn't. But everyone expected me to be, since that's what they would expect from me.

Perfect.

That's what everyone describes me as.

A complete Barbie. Beautiful. Flawless. The compliments pile up, one after the other.

But I hate that too.

I closed my eyes, smelling the ocean breeze, and my blonde hair whipped around in the wind, and I tucked it behind my ear. I wished it was black. Or brown. Blond is too flashy.

Everything about me is flashy and noticeable. I have every feature every girl would want. Every girl, except for me.

I hate my baby blue eyes that everyone says are "magical". I hate my legs that stretch out like sticks. I hate the fact that I have to strain a smile for everyone when I don't feel like smiling at all.

I hadn't noticed the tears until it touched my lips and saltiness seeped through my teeth. I opened my eyes, and saw that the clouds had turned dark. It was going to rain soon.

I slowly walked back and grabbed my belongings and started to head off to the road.

As my sneakers squeaked on the pavement, I dreaded the scene that would invite me as I would enter my house. Mom would order me to clean the broken glass, and then Dad would yell at Mom to do it herself, then Mom would retort saying that Dad never does anything himself while I would silently clean it up and go to my room.

I sighed, shutting my eyes, allowing myself a moment of relaxation. A moment to cherish.

It happened so fast.

Too fast.

One minute I was closing my eyes, the tears threatening to explode again, the next, I'm flying.

Up, up into the air, like a seagull over the ocean. I waved my arms wildly, feeling the wind in between my fingers.

And then logic kicked in and I remembered about gravity -- but it was too late.

My head hit the ground with an ear-splitting crack, and I skidded a few feet before I settled for a stop.

I felt a moment of panic as the blood matted my hair, and I wondered what would become of me.

And then I knew.

I just knew.

It was my time.

I could see people rushing towards me. I could see the car, battered on the sidewalk where I once stood. I could see the man that was unconscious in the driver's seat.

I hope he'll be okay. I thought.

I know I will be.

I was free. Free. No more forced smiles, no more sleepless nights. No more shouts echoing throughout the house. I was done. Done with this life. Done with the life everyone thought was perfect.

I could imagine my funeral. Every one of my fake friends would say something like, "She was so beautiful."

But I didn't care anymore.

And as I was starting to loose consciousness, something amazing happened.

I smiled.

A true, happy smile. I wasn't across of death anymore. The smile erupted on my face, and took one last deep breath.

And as the first drop of rain hit my cheek, my heart gave, and I smiled again.

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