I gasp for air, the violent waves of the sea flood my lungs and muffle my hearing. my body is thrown against the rocky shore, i’m soaked and my skin is ice cold to the touch. my vision blurs in and out of focus, eyes pacing around for some sign of life. A hill comes to my attention, ‘i could climb that’, i think to myself. Crawling, sharp rocks and glass dig against my knees and hands, I ignore it and firmly place my hands to the bottom. It took a lot to climb, but I pushed back against the agonising pain in my body and finally reached the top. Grass. I can feel it between my fingers. i lift myself up, and jolt my hip over and lay back. my breathing is hitched, holding back chocked sobs of relief and longing. i knew my place in the world. i also knew that this betrayal would lead to a bloody scene.

“How the fuck are you still alive?” I hear her voice. my head turns and looks up, my eyes lay upon the bitch that forced me into the ocean. i can still remember her laughter when she watched me struggle to keep afloat. she looks annoyed, her face washes with worry. “Christ, how do i kill you?” she mutters to herself, I regain my strength and stand, almost towering over her. I’m not scared, neither is she.

“you can’t kill a man whose already dead.”