Was that the end?

Heyy, finally got my story up and running after having my GCSE's all done and out the way. Hope you like it and please excuse any spelling mistakes or punctuation mistakes as I have written this up on word pad as my computor does not want to download microsoft word. Thanks a lot. Love Katie xxx

p.s this has not been proof read 

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Was that the end?

We raced down to the edge of the glistening blue waters of the beach as the sand crushed beneath my tiny feet; the wind blowing through my crazed, brown frizzy hair, billowing behind me; the sea galloping in like angry horses smashing against the sharp surface of mossy rocks; the taste of salt in the air lingering in my half-opened mouth; the suns rays beamed down like ballerinas twirling in the air. I couldn't resist any longer. I jumped gracefully, as happiness filled my face, into the cold waters. No longer than a split second i was in. I wanted out. They held me down and there was no escape. My water filled eyes stared at my best friend as my last breath escaped from my mouth. I knew then the end was near.

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I awoke to the tune of Chris Moyle, I resisted his call. I sat upright as I recalled today's happenings; I rushed to get dressed. Just aswell I had a shower the night before. Shoving on the first clothes that touched my skinny hands; sticking on my black trainers, not bothering to tie up my vibrant pink laces and heading for the door. I raced down the open spaced stairs taking two at a time, turned towards the kitchen and skipped into it, shortly coming to a halt as my dad Dean was in the way. It was light today, the sun beamed lightly just over the horizon with the mist seeping in through the trees as the light dimly shone through my dad's duck egg blue kitchen. This kitchen had held good memories of mum, and he still hadn't painted it. Mum had died three years ago and he still wasn't over her, you could tell by the quiet crying in the morning when he thought I couldn't hear him.

"You're in a good mood today," noticed my dad, Dean. 

"I'm off to see Mark today." I replied excitedly, walking towards the cupboard taking out some bread and put them in the toaster. 

"So what are you two doing today?" He asked, smiling at me.

"Don't know. I think we were going to go down to the beach." I answered quickly. 

"Well good luck." He answered, his eyebrows raising. "Hope you two have fun."

"Eww dad thats gross! Were just good friends, nothing's going to happen!" I replied truthfully as my toast popped up.  Picking it up, I ran out of the kitchen and out into the morning mist.

The sun was a little higher now and the day was getting lighter.  Mossy scent filled my nostrills as my lungs with the fresh morning breeze, it wafted out of the countryside trees.  I could feel the cold air on my skin as I breathed in and out slowly trying to concentrate on seeing the car ahead of me. In the mist through squinted eyes, there it was.  In glistening beauty, it was pearched at the bottom of the path. The crimson red paintwork of my Ferrari convertables lightly glinted the suns beams through the mist the chrome work spotless as the mist swirled around it.  

I raced over to it, smoke from my neighbour's coal fire engulfed my lungs as I spluttered and struggled for air. Fumbling with my keys while choking I shoved them into the lock and twisted: success.  I jumped in and slammed the door trying to see properly again.  I hated the quiet.  Times like this just reminded me of the huge hole within me that had never been filled since mum had died.  Pain and suffering sprung to mind as the hole would tear open and I would feel weak and out of energy. So many memories cascading through my mind as they twirled around in circles, repeating themselves until I felt dizzy and faint.  Three years on and her death still caused me pain.  

St Austell was only a fifteen minute car journey from St Stephen.  I turned on my radio to try and fill the time, trying not to get too excited, I stared out the window and tried to focus on the road. Listening to music on the way to Mark's house through tight, narrow, bendy and misty roads, was the least of my worries.  I stared at the few houses that passed me; cringing at the state of them and wondering what it would be like to live in a house full of damp and the walls trembling where they stood, but I guessed people could see that as home.  The houses got better and better as I raced through the town centre.   

I was there and he was waiting.  As quick as I could I turned off the ignition; shoved my keys in my pocket; jumped out of the car, slammed the door and ran to him. A huge smile lit his face and his pearly white teeth mesmerised me.  When I reached him, I quickly hugged him and looked up at him.  Ours eyes connected for a long minute.  His bright blue eyes lit up his face like an angel; his brilliant teeth sparkled and glistened against the natural light tan of his skin and his brown hair spiked up like a soft hedgehogs fur.  He looked down at me, as the mist cleared and the bright morning sun beamed from behind him.  It was like an angel coming down from heaven with all the bright light, but I knew I wasn't dead. 

That familier twinkle in his eye meant only one thing: I smiled.

Mark took my hand in his firm grasp and turned towards the beach together.  We were best friends and that was all I wanted it to be. I took one more glance at at my shiny car outside of Mark's small decrepid house, its windows old and small with the door pratically off its hinges.  I turned around and carried on walking.  I knew from then on that our relationship was stronger than ever.

We raced down to the edge of the glistening blue waters of the beach as the sand crushed beneath my tiny feet; the wind blowing through my crazed, brown frizzy hair, billowing behind me; the sea galloping in like angry horses smashing against the sharp surface of mossy rocks; the taste of salt in the air lingering in my half-opened mouth; the suns rays beamed down like ballerinas twirling in the air. I couldn't resist any longer. I jumped gracefully, as happiness filled my face, into the cold waters. No longer than a split second i was in. I wanted out. They held me down and there was no escape.My water filled eyes stared at my best friend as my last breath escaped from my mouth. I knew then the end was near.  

I always wanted to be with mum. Now was my chance to be with her. All the heartache that was caused by losing my mum was finally over. I could be in peace once moreand I loved the feeling of pain ending. I just hope that my dad would forgive me and not lose hope onlife like I did. A hand emerges through the surface, I reached for its and its warmth was an engraving on my mind, an imprint, a memory...a ghost. It lifted me, freed myself; a raging river flooded my head from my heart, my sences reawakened. They embraced me. 

I was saved.