Drowning

Life back on track

Kenzie's p.o.v
Have you ever felt like you were being watched every second of everyday? Or that everyone was talking about you at school, because you're different. Have you ever thought that your every move was judged and remembered by all of your peers? Like as you walked down the halls life was in slow motion as everyone looked at you and laughed.

Have you ever thought maybe that's all in your head? Maybe no one cares. Perhaps everyone is thinking the same as you so are more caught up in what they look like than what you look like. Maybe no one is actually laughing at you but sympathising for you. Maybe they are talking about how brave you are rather than how ugly you look.

Everyone is different. Yet we are all the same. We all try to act like we understand everything that life can throw at us. We try to come across as confident but most of the time we are scared. Scared of what people will think.

It took me a month to get used to the stares and questions about my leg by then I realised that we are all scared of the same thing. And it's not really that scary. Sure I still hate my leg, that's never going to change. But I am no longer scared of people staring. Let them stare.

I still go to the beach every day. Of course I don't surf. I actually can't will myself to get back in the water. I just sit in the sand watching. I know that I probably could swim. The metal foot at the end of my leg is easily detachable and there are plenty of swimmers that swim or even surf with one foot. But I can't do it. I can't go back in there. I want to so badly, when I see other people having so much fun in the water I want to join them I really do but whenever I get near the waters edge my mind just keeps replaying the moment I went under. I'm sure every time I think about it my mind makes it seem way worse. Everything was so much darker in my head. The waves were bigger and louder, the voices of Jesse and Maxi were like white noise. I know it wasn't that intense in real life but I can't stop seeing it in the worse way possible.

Jesse p.o.v

I was in the lifeguard tower scanning the sand when I saw Kenzie. She has been here everyday and everyday she looks more broken. She just started at the water, with a look of terror on her face. It's like she is oblivious to the see of tourists crowding the beach, she has tunnel vision on the sea but she never goes in. Straight after school she comes here then doesn't leave until the lifeguards pack up. Everyday nothing different except the look on her face saddening more and more.
I decided that I would help her get in the water.

A/N
I am soooooo sorry for a) taking so long to update b) giving probably 5e worst chapter in the history of writing and c) giving you also the shortest chapter ever.

I really want to keep writing but I have no idea where to take this story, I would deeply appreciate any suggestions and I'm also sorry for writing another's authors note.

Thankyou for your patience