Monday, September 22, 2014
Jarod opened the palm of his hand, and there it was. It was covered in blood now. His blood. He didn't realize how hard he had been clutching it. They were coming. He slowly walked into the water, the waves crashing against his body over and over again. First only at his ankles, then his calves, his thighs, his chest, and finally, his neck. He was ready to let it all go. He saw the next wave coming. This was the one that would take him away. He felt calm. After all, calm was the only thing left to feel.