Post by Chrissy on May 29, 2012 0:19:07 GMT -5
Whoosh.
It was almost soothing, the sound of the ocean.
Whoosh.
In and out, the waves threw themselves onto the shore, white frothy fingers scrabbling at the sand as if the very ocean were trying to heave itself from its bed.
Whoosh.
Shells and various sea creatures were thrown from familiar surroundings into the bright surface world above. Teagan could relate. She'd been happy in Vancouver, living her life and minding her own business. She'd had friends and she'd known the best places in town for a teenager to hang out. She'd thought, perhaps stupidly so, that she'd be there forever. She'd thought, in her youthful naivety, that life would never change. It had occurred to her, as Matthias finished university, that a job would be the next logical step. She wasn't completely dense, of course! What hadn't occurred to her was that finding a job here in Vancouver would be so difficult.
She'd woken up one Saturday, ready for the next big thing. She'd dressed and primped and ignored the shouts of Claire as she'd responded to Matthias' rumbling voice down below. It wasn't uncommon for Claire to throw fits, after all. As the door slammed, Teagan had slipped from her room, down the stairs. Normally, Matthias was bustling about the kitchen. That Saturday, he'd been sitting solemnly at the dining table.
He'd told her he'd gotten a job. She'd congratulated him as was only proper. It was then that he'd shattered her pefect little world. They weren't staying in Vancouver for this job. Good bye Vancouver, hello California. He'd tried to make light of the situation as Matthias was wan to do. Unfortunately, all Teagan's mind kept screaming at her was "Goodbye life, hello desolation."
So here she was, thrust from ease of what she'd grown to know into this bright... Nothing.
This place was nothing to her.
'Whoosh' went the waves. 'Crack' went her heart.
With her hands wrapped around the railing bordering the road, Teagan squeezed. She squeezed and squeezed until her knuckles turned white. She squeezed until she felt her fingers might fall off and if they had, she wouldn't have been too unhappy. Maybe then, Matthias would understand just how angry she was!
Behind her, the hotel door swung open and the very sound of footsteps had Teagan's spine stiffening. Matty's voice called out.
"I got us a room until we can find a house." There was an apologetic note hidden beneath the awkward rumble of his words. Teagan was having none of it.
"... I hate you." She hissed without turning to face him. Each word dripped with the venom of her unhappiness and silence reigned for a long, uncomfortable moment. Finally, Matthias' footsteps retreated and the hotel door opened and closed once more.
'He can have his stupid hotel.' Teagan fumed silently. 'He can have it but I'd rather drown.'
The thought echoed around her loudly. Everytime she tried to forget it, it clanged noisily, demanding her attention. Her eyes slid to the ocean. All of a sudden, those white tipped claws were no longer trying to escape. Instead, they beckoned to her, inviting her to dance hand in hand with its depths.
Teagan's fingers drummed uncertainly along the railing and then she was up and over, sandal-clad feet digging into the hot sand. She barely paused to enjoy the heat though, simply charging headlong into the surf.
Cold water engulfed her up to her thighs. It snagged at her skirt and tugged at it playfully as if trying to encourage her toward the open sea.
It was almost soothing, the sound of the ocean.
Whoosh.
In and out, the waves threw themselves onto the shore, white frothy fingers scrabbling at the sand as if the very ocean were trying to heave itself from its bed.
Whoosh.
Shells and various sea creatures were thrown from familiar surroundings into the bright surface world above. Teagan could relate. She'd been happy in Vancouver, living her life and minding her own business. She'd had friends and she'd known the best places in town for a teenager to hang out. She'd thought, perhaps stupidly so, that she'd be there forever. She'd thought, in her youthful naivety, that life would never change. It had occurred to her, as Matthias finished university, that a job would be the next logical step. She wasn't completely dense, of course! What hadn't occurred to her was that finding a job here in Vancouver would be so difficult.
She'd woken up one Saturday, ready for the next big thing. She'd dressed and primped and ignored the shouts of Claire as she'd responded to Matthias' rumbling voice down below. It wasn't uncommon for Claire to throw fits, after all. As the door slammed, Teagan had slipped from her room, down the stairs. Normally, Matthias was bustling about the kitchen. That Saturday, he'd been sitting solemnly at the dining table.
He'd told her he'd gotten a job. She'd congratulated him as was only proper. It was then that he'd shattered her pefect little world. They weren't staying in Vancouver for this job. Good bye Vancouver, hello California. He'd tried to make light of the situation as Matthias was wan to do. Unfortunately, all Teagan's mind kept screaming at her was "Goodbye life, hello desolation."
So here she was, thrust from ease of what she'd grown to know into this bright... Nothing.
This place was nothing to her.
'Whoosh' went the waves. 'Crack' went her heart.
With her hands wrapped around the railing bordering the road, Teagan squeezed. She squeezed and squeezed until her knuckles turned white. She squeezed until she felt her fingers might fall off and if they had, she wouldn't have been too unhappy. Maybe then, Matthias would understand just how angry she was!
Behind her, the hotel door swung open and the very sound of footsteps had Teagan's spine stiffening. Matty's voice called out.
"I got us a room until we can find a house." There was an apologetic note hidden beneath the awkward rumble of his words. Teagan was having none of it.
"... I hate you." She hissed without turning to face him. Each word dripped with the venom of her unhappiness and silence reigned for a long, uncomfortable moment. Finally, Matthias' footsteps retreated and the hotel door opened and closed once more.
'He can have his stupid hotel.' Teagan fumed silently. 'He can have it but I'd rather drown.'
The thought echoed around her loudly. Everytime she tried to forget it, it clanged noisily, demanding her attention. Her eyes slid to the ocean. All of a sudden, those white tipped claws were no longer trying to escape. Instead, they beckoned to her, inviting her to dance hand in hand with its depths.
Teagan's fingers drummed uncertainly along the railing and then she was up and over, sandal-clad feet digging into the hot sand. She barely paused to enjoy the heat though, simply charging headlong into the surf.
Cold water engulfed her up to her thighs. It snagged at her skirt and tugged at it playfully as if trying to encourage her toward the open sea.