Through The Waves [Brandonius]

i was just about halfway through my emotional breakdown when a voice cut through the sound of crashing water. "Hey are you ok?" said a soft voice. Quickly I wiped the tears from my face and turned around. A biy stood there, about m age, though he seemed older by maybe a year or 2. He was quite handsome also.
I didn;t know what to say really. I mean what was I suposed to say, that Ya, I'm fine, just have a pity party here on a beach during a thunderstorm. So I answered, "Well, it depends, do you want to hear the truth, or a lie so I can just lay here in the rain by myslef?" I said. It came off harsher than I meant it too though, my face flushed pink."Sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude." I said biting my lip.

"Well I'd rather you get out of this freezing cold rain before you tell me!" said the boy. I was kind of taken aback that someone would offer shelter for someone they don't know. Usually, I just get orders to go home. He kind of stared at me funny when I was talking. I wonder why, am I really the hideous? Whatever.
He waved at me to follow. I picked myself up and trotted over becasue I didn't see the rain ending anytime soon. Another boom of thunder made me jump, and run faster. "So, if you are going to take me in, then maybe I should no your name, you know, starnger danger and such." I joked to him. As we got into some light, I could see he was very well built and strong. Tan skin like mine, but darker, carmel like. His eyes were brown, but deep and pure, and they were kind of, sparkly! I couldn't help but notice a scar across his eyebrow, I wonder what from? Probably a fishing accident, but it didn;t matter. What mattered was that he was nice enought to offer me some shelter on a rainy, stormy-BOOM, very stormy day.
He offered me into his house. It was warm inside, welcomingly warm. I was jst about to sit down on the inviting couch when I realized I was wet. "Err, could I borrow a towel? I dontt want to sit on your furniture wet. i asked sincerely.[ Then out of the blue, Waaah! I jumped in shock,"What the-?"

"What, youv'e never seen a baby before?" he asked. I shook my head, "No, it's not that, your just so- soo, young." I replied cautiously as not to cause any misundertanding. he handed me clothes to change into. The bundle consisted of a blue t-shirt and some black sweat pants. I took the towel and wrapped it around my self and went to a back room to change. I undressed and put on the t-shirt. It was not surprising that it was big but my bra showed a little becasued it sagged over my chest a bit. I hiked it up and oulled the back down. The sweatpants fit ok, a little saggy, but I just rolled the waist over.

I walked out of the room and wrapped my wet hair in the towel to dry it out. A flash of lightning lit up the room a bit more. I looked outside. the sky had grown ghostly dark and the rain was so think you couldn't see 5 feet infront of the house. The wind howled and moaned an eerie tune that reminded me of a haunted house exhibit some people in District 4 would host for little kids when I was 6. As spooky as it was, good memories of days when I was little flooded me. The giggle of the baby withdrew me from my flash back. I looked over at the little child. she was beautiful and had features like her nose and ears that reminded me boy who just brought me in. I smiled at her, she smiled back. I giggled at her, she giggled back. I started making funny faces and she started laughing hysterically. Baby laughs are so cute... I thought. I hid my face with my hands, opened them and squeaked, "Peek-a-boo!" I did this several times before thunder cracked. Suddenly tiny delicate tears came streaming down her face. I put my hands on her cheeks and carressed them softly to help her stop crying."Shhhh, shhh, I whispered siftly down at her tiny face. When this sisn't help I picked her up gently and help her to my body softly. I started to sing a lullaby my mother had sung to me when I was little, "Hush, little baby, close your eyes and lay.
Papa's gonna buy you a mockingjay.
And if that mockingjay won't sing,
Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring," i began soothingly. she started t calm down a bit. i could feel her warn breath softening and her whimpers quieting.
"
And if that diamond ring turns brass,
Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass
And if that looking glass gets broke,
Papa's gonna buy you a billy goat
And if that billy goat won't pull,
Papa's gonna buy you a cart and bull
And if that cart and bull fall down,
You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town"