Insecure in her skin, her pale flawless skin. Infinitesimal compared to those around her, breathing, thinking, living. Idiosyncratic in her own mind, weird, different, made to be pushed low to the ground, a puppet on abandoned strings. Exuberant where those around her, happy, interesting, being looked at, being loved, being noticed, all things she could never achieve, and enmity for those people grew in her a little more each day. She was scared, terrified, tortured, betrayed, alone, alone, alone, completely alone, a fate that was now inevitable. Her slow paced foot prints stained the concrete outside of the school, the blistering air of winter numbing her naked legs. Her khaki shorts only met half her thy, she was insane, in this weather. Her long sleeve shirt was striped and v-neck, the sleeves long enough to tuck into the palms of her hands, and her arms crossed around her chest to keep her warm.

 It felt like a blizzard though it was only a big breeze, her darkly dyed hair blew in her face covering parts of her eyes but not stopping her. Dark nights haunted her, the man in the moon watching her every move, looking out for her, keeping her safe, that’s what she believed. Her body flowed towards the lake, she had a dream about it, and thought it was a sign she should visit her old friend, her only friend. When she got their her bright eyes locked with those of the horizon, thinning with the glare, the creepy never ending glare that had hope that there was truly an end to the ocean, but not enough proof. She wondered if she could swim to the end of the horizon, what would she find, if it was even possible. 

She wondered of many things that we’re unbelievable, just like her mother, a trait she hated yet could not escape. She wondered of Atlantis, of a better world, she wondered of vampires with bright red eyes like in the novels, she wondered of meeting Tom Riddle herself, of growing wings, of fire coming out of her hands, of ice. Pushing her body against the wind the girl strutted down to the high tide and sat in it, her body at the edge of the sea, the tide wetting her shorts, laying grains of sand on her legs and in her toes. The brunette pulled her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, her toes and the rise and fall of her breathing chest where the only movements around her other then the sea. 

“Don’t you ever get lonely?” she asked it, staring into its blue eyes, waiting in the silence as if it would respond, and she sighed laying her back on the cold sand, her short hair making a cocoon around her clear face. There she waited for the sea to respond, her eyes closing slightly, drifting away with the sounds of soft crashing waves, Chelsea Mortez waited all night for the sea to answer her, even in her dreams.