For my 5 word challenge group: original, surf, laughter, intentional, prepared.
I awoke disoriented. My head was pounding. I didn't want to open my eyes. It was intentional that I lay very still wondering if anyone was there with me. Did they think I was dead?
From the discomfort of sand burning my naked body and the roaring of the surf in my ears, I knew that I was still on the beach. However I didn't know if I was alone. My heart froze as fear began to wash over me again.
Vivid images from the night before screamed through my brain. I took a deep breath, but lay very still, tentatively opening my eyes. The sun was so bright; it took a moment for my eyes to adjust. I wasn't prepared for what I saw.
There, not 20 feet away from my bruised and naked body, was a group of people headed to the beach for a day of fun and laughter. Smiles on their faces as they walked towards the tide, they were oblivious of me.
"Help!" screamed my brain. Yet, I couldn't make my vocal chords participate.
I sat up gingerly, feeling stabbing shivers of pain in my ribs and back. My head felt as though it would explode from the effort. Every inch of me was on fire. Tears burned to be freed from my eyes, but my body was so dehydrated, it didn’t have the moisture to make them spill.
“Help.” I whispered to the group, pulling my tattered knees to my chest to cover my mutilated body. Already bruises and welts were turning a deep purple. I began to shiver. Was it from the morning chill still hanging in the air or from shock? I wasn’t sure.
I struggled to clear my throat, even as it felt like hot coals were burning my esophagus. “HELP” I croaked out at last, yet still not very loud. Someone heard me though as they look up at the sound of my voice. They were coming closer. Someone else pointed towards me. My head began to swim with relief.
Then I fainted, but not before thinking I just ruined their original purpose for coming to the beach that day.
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