106

See You In My Nightmares

"Let's get a drink."

West, Jack, Jay and the Girl were chilling out at the school canteen. It was after the level camp and they were all tired and sore. As the sun set across the field, Jack and Jay decided that time was running late so they left, eager to get home for some well-deserved rest. However, West and the Girl decided to take a walk around the beautiful campus and feel the ambience of dusk. They slowly strolled across the misty field and towards the container classrooms. They laughed, and talked and enjoyed the comfortable breeze.

But across the sky the clouds gathered.
There was no such thing as beautiful weather.
As the wind kicked up and sky turned dark,
The field became a cemetery, no longer a park.

But the two kept walking, past the containers,
Oblivious to the icy cold gust and the darkness that towered.
But as the classroom became an old shack and the grass to sea,
The two were not prepared for what they would see.

The water was black and the shack was old,
Their world was dark and the wind icy cold,
Stunned, they walked to the edge of the tiny cliff,
Marvelling at the scene they cannot perceive.

In an instant, the sky flashed bright.
The water rose to the heavens' height.
He grabbed her hand and won't let go,
But he found no warmth, only icy, stone cold.

He yelled and pulled but to no avail,
He panicked as the ocean rose to its tail.
He let go and ran to the little broken shack,
He turned to see but she didn't turn back.

All he could see was her hair in the wind,
Her big eyes shining but her face unseen,
She still clutched his jacket, looked just the same as before,
So beautiful, so cold, silhouette against the backdrop of the storm.

He shouted out loud but she didn't move a bone,
She just looked and stood as unmoving as stone,
As the ocean crashed and she disappeared under the waves,
All he could see was her watery grave.

The flood will destroy everything in its path,
Show the world the might of its wrath,
But a new power will surface and get back,
Its the force of his regret.

As the shivering West climbed up a tree and looked down at the ocean rushing around him, he looked back at the cliff and shouted her name till his lungs hurt. But it was now too late for her to hear, too late for his regrets, too late for anything to mean to him anymore.




"Often, we only truly appreciate someone or something only when they're gone."