Sounds of silence (open)

[dream meyrick]

Running...running...why did it feel like she was always running?

The sand was hot against her bare feet. The sun had been shining down on it all day, but it was near sunset now and the sand was only just beginning to lose its heat. Still, it felt way too hot to Dream, who had come to the beach so late in the evening for a reason she couldn't name.

Why is it always so windy here?

The wind made her baggy clothes flap in the wind. The noise they made annoyed her, but there was nothing Dream could do about it. Her hair was annoying her, too. The long black strands kept getting in her eyes and creeping into her mouth. Dream had forgotten to bring a hair tie, so now she was stuck with her wild hair blowing out behind her like a cape.

Sweat...too much sweat...been sweating too much lately. And shaking, I don't like the shaking...

She hadn't had anything, not even weed, for the past two weeks, and it was grinding on her nerves. Dream had yet to find a new dealer, which amazed her. She figured in a place like Coleridge, what with the reform school and its "bad kids", she'd have found a new dealer in less than an hour. But no, she was alone.

Panting, she stopped to catch her breath. She leaned over with her hands on her knees, almost putting her head between them like they always said you should when you were nauseous. Dream didn't feel sick, she just felt like she was going crazy.

She raised her eyes from the sand to gaze out at the roaring ocean. It was beautiful, but kind of scary too. Like how a cobra was so elegant and graceful, but it could kill you with just one bite. Dream stood up straighter and kept looking out at the sea. The ocean was the only thing that made a sound, and the rest of the silence was deafening. Dream closed her eyes and lost herself in the ocean sounds.