The Kiss of Death

The harmonic sound of the waves crashing on top of each over pounded me ears and head. When will this misery be over I ask myself over and over. When will I ever get off this island?

“Cloey!” I heard the familiar sound of my boyfriend screaming as he saw me limp body lying on the wet sand.

He picked me up wrapping his warm arms around me and racing me to the small lifeguard shack on the side of the shore. It seemed like it was a mile away and going farther and farther away. Suddenly a bright light shined in front of my face, and my life flashed in front of my eyes.

I awoke in a small blue room with clothes and stuff thrown frantically to the sides. I was in Josh (my boyfriend’s room). I closed my eyes hoping the deathly headache screaming in my ears would soon cease. I gave up and sat up, looking around. There Josh lay on the floor, his face red and tear stained.

It then came to me crashing like the waves on the day I almost died. Yesterday. I had been so sick of the screaming; the arguing, everything got too over-whelming, and I ran. Someone had pushed my hard from behind and I lay in the cold, cold sand. I couldn’t move as the freezing water washed over my feet, me legs, my arms, and eventually my head. I was sure I had died, but yet here I sit, reliving the horror.

This island was no good for me. Someone was out and trying to kill me. This had happened before, when I was “accidentally” pushed off a 30-foot cliff into churning water. Who is this person? His name is Jacob. We had been best friends. Then I started going out with Josh, and spending less and less time with him. He got very, very hurt, his parents got a divorce, and he wouldn’t let me anywhere near him. I was crushed. When I was pushed off the cliff, Josh came running into the water to get me and claimed he saw Jacob do it all. I couldn’t bring myself to believe it, but after yesterday, I couldn’t of think of anyone else who would want to do this to me.

“Cloey?” a thankful voice asked as he jumped up to see me smiling down on him.

“Oh my god Josh, you look horrible!” I stated, instantly regretting it.

“I’ve been through hell, worried sick thinking you were dead.”

I was practically bubbling over with questions, but my head couldn’t process right thinking so much.

“Sorry you aren’t at home, but I called your parents and they…well…let’s just say I thought it would be better for you to stay here for a while.

“Oh,” was all I could manage to mumble. I knew what the truth was. My parents found out that something had happened to me and that I had almost died, and they didn’t give a crap.

“Geez, I’m sorry honey. I don’t know what to say. Don’t worry about them, they don’t know what they’re loosing.”

“Whatever.”

Then, gazing out he window, I saw something I never thought I would ever, ever see. Jake was walking up the sidewalk with flowers. Josh got this panicky look as he followed my gaze and rushed to the door.

Why would Jacob be bringing me flowers, if he had unsuccessfully tried to kill me twice?

“Stay in here, and do not move.” Josh instructed me.

What was his problem? Then it donned on me.