bloody hands | { mateus/aylin }
May 11, 2017 22:42:50 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker 💀 hades lochlan on May 11, 2017 22:42:50 GMT -5
I read a story once, and it told a tale about red sands and warm water. A lost girl was on this beach in search of a lost bracelet, and every day she would dig a new hole in hopes of finding it, but she would only ever find the water waiting for her beneath the surface. Pools of it began to dot the entire area, and eventually, the beach became a giant sink hole, and her bracelet was lost forever.
It was supposed to tell a lesson that some things are meant to be lost, and that trying to bring them back would only make things worse.
I stood on a beach that had once been so different to me than the one from the story. Clear waves and a beautiful horizon, and salt on my skin forever a reminder of the nearly year-round summer of my hometown. Avery and I had searched for seashells on this beach when we were kids, strung them up on strings and wore them like they were priceless jewels because, to us, they were.
And it had been almost a year exactly since this beach's waters ran warm and the sands turned red. My brother was lost, and I had been digging holes ever since.
I could still picture it in my head -- the boats in the water, the men fishing his body out of it. Mom cried. Dad purged. I just stared, forever having a tendency to swallow my emotions and let them burn me from the inside until ashes scorched my tongue like the last drag of a secret cigarette. Anger. That was what I felt. Anger for his death, longing for his return, envy for his departure.
Resentment for whoever had taken him.
Following a dead man's tracks would only lead me so far, but I was set on turning up the truth. So, I would continue to dig, and if the water swallowed the beach and the tracks came to an end, I would hold my breath and search still.
A broken boy should have known better than to talk to me, especially when he was so high up on my growing list of suspects.
"Mateus Marshall," I said, and I could feel the ashes burning on my tongue. "What the fuck brings you so far from home?" There were sides to District Four. No, not sides, since most of us lived near the coast. I guessed it was more like a scale, and the further south you got, the less expensive the houses were, if you know what I mean. Families like the Marshalls lived up at the top, with the Perch family and the Krigels. Then there was a step down, and there were families like the Libertines and the Ripleys and the Letos. And then there, at the bottom of the District, was the Barlow family.
When I had my way, we'd be neighbors with the fucking Mayor himself.
For the first time, I looked at the boy. Arrogant by nature, handsome by design. All of it only read suspect to me. "Come to pout about the placements this month?" I asked, folding my arms together and fixing my stare on the horizon, "Don't worry. There's always next time."
" SHE FELL IN LOVE WITH THE MAZE THAT SHE'S ON " |
