BOOK ONE |

"I love you. You know that right?"

"Yeah, I know. Why?"

"I just wanted you to know."

The waves beat hard on the ocean shoreline. I watch it, feeling the pain in my chest grow greater.

They were without mercy, the waves. Only giving the shore a few seconds to breathe before it came crashing down on it again.

I feel a tear slip down my face.

As much as I love to write poetry, there is something about it that took something from me every time.

Maybe it is because I always feel too much. And those I love, feel very little.

I wipe my tears away. I don't have time to go over my worries and fears, because I have much bigger problems to deal with.

Like my Mother. And stepfather.

And the pain that is in my chest.

I look down at my chest and am expecting to see a stain on my white shirt, but there is nothing. Except for my beating heart.

So that explains the pain.

But maybe I just have pain everywhere.

I try to chuckle, but it hurts, so I don't. It is already hard enough to take a breath.

Maybe it is because I have been crying hard and too long for me to breathe correctly.

Yes. That's it.

And then I keep thinking of what caused me to cry this way. And my heart hurts even more.

Because I know that this kind of pain, just like the waves, has no mercy.