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~~Ash

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I watched the sea take away my sand castle. It was eating away at it, each time flattening it to what it was before I was there. I sighed. This was the world. You make an impact and the tide of life seeps in, flattening your impact. You can keep fighting, but you will lose. Those who made craters, monumental holes, there’s was more successful, however, they were the hardest. How can I help the world if it just sweeps away the help?


I stood, and walked away from the sand castle. My two handed kite was behind me, all set up to fly. I looked at it, confused. I hadn’t brought that it… then I noticed my father walking away, I knew he had set it up for me. I reached for the handles, grasping them firmly. I tugged forward, and the hang glider-looking kite flew up. It felt so pure, so amazing, I could fly for hours. The wind to my back, diving and swooping, it felt as if I were the kite, and I was flying. I could dive and skim the ground, recovering easily, and often seeing the moon behind the kite, and the clouds dark. Was it already that late?


I guided it to the edge of the wind, and walked toward the purple kite. It landed gracefully, and I ran to it, leaving the handles behind me. I took the kite apart and wound up the string, wondering how it had gotten so late.


I had the kite packed up and I began to walk home, black kite cover in hand. No one ever watched the walk sign, J-walking was normal here. I saw my friend Zack standing there, ready to cross. He began to walk, his white hair and blue eyes seemed eerie in the night… I then saw the car. I ran forward. This was it the dent I could make in the sand of history. I dropped my kite, jumping over the railing to the road. Zack was standing petrified as the truck speed toward him. I flew forward, but I wasn’t in time. The traffic light was pouring the shade of red that couldn’t be missed.


“NO!” I screamed and I saw the blood flying, the truck hear the scream just a little too late… I ran out to him, scooping up his limp body covered in blood… this couldn’t be…


“And your right, Ash. It’s not.” I looked up confused, and saw myself… but I was in a dress, and I looked meaner somehow…


I awoke gasping and screaming, the tears streaming freely down my face.


But I was on the beach… my kite besides me. I picked it up, walking to the road yet again. What a terrible dream. Jamus stood where Zack was in my dream, his back to me.


“Don’t cross Jamus!” I yelled, wondering why… Zack was there in the dream I had just had… He looked back at me.


“Why ever not, Ash?” A car flew by him at that precise moment and he laughed. Was this a dream too? “Oh I see. Thanks, Ash. I’m still ok!”


But I was still uneasy. I walked with him on the board walk, and when he went to go his separate way, he slipped, the stairs such a long way down to the ground…


“Jamus!” My voice cracked, and I looked over the railing, his body laying ominously still at the bottom… I looked up, and I saw myself through the tears.


“I bet you wish you were asleep, but it’s not a dream…”


I awoke on the beach, leaving the kite and running as fast as I could to the road. I recognized Austin there, and grabbed his arm, leading him away from the road.


“Wh-Ash?” He said. I was tugging him away from both of the places where the death had occurred before, back to the beach. I stopped by my kite, close to the ocean. “Ash what is it?” He asked.


I opened my mouth to reply, when a wave swept us up, and once I had bobbed to the top, I couldn’t see him anywhere… had he drowned? The horror I felt… I had caused this, it was my fault, I remembered he couldn’t swim that well, and the tears were flowing once again.


I saw myself smiling a dark smile, the dress floating in the wind as the figure of myself hovered above the water.


The beach was the same, who would I see this time? I was running, running to the road. It was Harris, once he saw me, he smiled his grin of humor, the one I’d known for years, my only continues best friend.


“Harris run!” my voice was filled with agony over what was going to happen eventually. He looked confused, but ran to the other side of the road, the truck missing him by inches. I went to him. “Hurry, follow me!”


He ran behind me, “Mel, what is it?” He was genuinely concerned. I watched him slip, and the open construction site hole swallowed him up, much too far of a way down to survive.


“You failed again…” I heard myself mutter from the other side of the hole.


I awoke, remembering that it was august 14… the heat haze days… I was running to the road, and I saw Eyeless standing there. She looked to me, smiling. “Hey Ash, what’s up?”


“Come on!” We ran forward, but I had taken too much time, the truck smashing into her, her black hair flying, coated in blood as the traffic light poured that all too familiar shade of crimson.


I awoke, crying on the beach. The kite was still next to me, and I staggered to the road. Don looked at me, “Hey kitten, are you ok?” He looked worried, and I pulled him away from the road as the truck passed.


“Birdy, stay there.” I was still crying, and he stood there. I watched for signs of danger. “Hey... I think the two of us should leave…” we walked slightly off the path.


A crowd had gathered, their heads turned up to the sky, and were gaping, pointing, struggling to keep away a scream. Stabbing holes and splitting you in two, the beam made a scene as it fell straight from the sky. Ringing an old wind chime, and shaking a passerby, and filling the air until they hit those park trees.


A sly smile played at the lips of my other self, hidden within the crowd.


I awoke, tired to the bone. August 14, except for it should be august 14 two years later. Not so, as I had been replaying these nightmares for two years now.


I stumbled up, running to the road, and found Pavan there.


“Hey Meliss- where are you going?” I shoved him aside and leapt in front of the truck speeding his way, now my way. Crashing in and hitting me instead of him, blood dripping everywhere and choking, and my smell of hair, he breathes in a gulp of air and just can’t take it.


“Are these lies? The heat is mocking us…” Pavan said, looking tired. All of my friends were standing with him.


“I haven’t heard her say ‘what you see is exactly what you’re going to get’” Harris added.


“Maybe the summer day has finally gone away…” Don wondered.


“This is where it ends now.” Eyeless stated.


“I hope.” Austin replied, looking tired as always.


“But is it over?” Zack voiced all of their questions.


And yet, I hear the cry of a cricket singing loudly in my head…