Go With The Flow{K!ah}

Sweat coated my body, a thin layer of salt water. I stand, my hands on my knees, my chest aching for oxygen. How long had I gone this time, how far had I run? I had been running for a good three hours and my whole body ached to a point where I felt like I had to sit down or I would collapse. Maybe I had pushed myself to far this point, past breaking point. Ever since my parents had left me I had alway pushed myself too hard, always to the point to where I could no longer stand, or to the point where I am past consciousness. Why did I do it? Why did I feel the need to brea myself? I wasn't quite sure why, but I did know that no matter how many times I told myself to stop, i knew the I wouldn’t- that I couldn't. I had to push myself I had to prove to myself that I was not some worthless piece of crap.

“water… I need some water,” my voice cracks as it leaves my parched throat and swollen lips. I slap my dry tongue against the roof of m mouth and my silica was thick and sticky. It was disgusting. Straightening up I begin my slow wander to the beach, where I know fountain lined the path foot. It only takes me a moment to reach one of the evenly spaced metal cylinders that contained water and when I leaned down and pressed the small round button that would real seas the clear cool water into my mouth I couldn't help but feel a small jolt of energy surge through me. my shaky fingers squeeze the button and a fresh fountain of water splashes into my begging mouth. for a moment I don't even drink the water I just allow it to flush over my face and the back of my neck, cooling me down. Then I open my mouth and drink greedily.

It felt amazing to feel the cool liquid on my tongue sliding down my throat- totally different from the burning sensation of alcohol and at the moment I defiantly preferred the water. Sighing I pull away from the fountain, a dribble of water sliding from the corner of my lips and down my chin. I wipe it away with the back on one of my tanned arms before letting out a huge satisfied breathe. “Much better,” I purr and wipe my arm on my white singlet.

Looking out over the ocean a sense of peace surges through me. The ocean was always so beautiful, so peaceful. It was the one place that I liked to go for hours and think. It was the one place that relieved me of my memories of them. I hated thinking about them, I hated what they did to me, how they left me. They didn't deserve me, or my precious thought time. Suddenly I didn't feel so peaceful, I felt rotten almost. With a grunt I start to wander towards the lonely shore, my mind determined to forget about them and the darkness that they created.

As I reach the sand I lean down and scope up my shoes before chucking them off to the side, I could come back and collect them later. The small grains of sand merged around my feet almost at first touch, and I smiled slightly as my feet sunk deeper into the pure white grains. The sand was so white, so pure. the total opposite of me. I was dark, a monster, someone who mothers hide there children from. I was not that nice guy who you saw in the streets, or that one who might let you have their seat. I was selfish. I was rude. I was harsh. But they were not all things I planned to be, they were all things that I had become. Experiences within my lifetime had caused me to change, caused me to become someone who was the total opposite of that person who I used to be.

The sound of some giddy peacekeepers draws my attention. Over to my left are a few peacekeepers and a girl who looked to be about my age- no wait she looked younger; 15 or 16 maybe? anyway one of the peacekeepers had her locked away in his arms slurring his cool words over the back of her neck. Something inside me begins to move as I watch the girl try to break free from the mans hold, but her feeble attempts were nothing against his superior strength.

I hated peacekeeper. I hated them more than I hated my parents- and that was saying something. I hated the way they strutted around the place like they owned it. I hated the way they thought as soon as they laid eyes on it it was theirs. They were possessive, rude and arrogant. And it was because of that reason I decided to help the girl. “Hey, there you are baby!” My voice is smooth as I jog over to the group of people, a sly smile sliding onto my thin lips. “I thought we were meeting up on the walk way- i waited 10 minutes for you,” the lie slips smoothly over my tongue. “Mate, what are you doing?” I growl at the peacekeeper, moving so that I looked over him. He may have the higher status among the district people, but it was clear that I easily over owe red him when it came to physique.