(WITH THE POWER OF YOU)

[FRIDA EVALINE VALDIMER]

Frida opened her eyes to the bright yellow sun that hovered far above her, closing them back again to take in the clear smelling atmosphere. She loved waking up on the beach early in the morning, it was one of the only places where she could think of herself as a sane person. The beach was one of her favorite places around here, she could always clear her mind because no one else usually came around early in the morning. normally the beach brought back good memories, the times where the days were long and where she wasn't trapped; trapped in the place where they called "rehab", something that was suppose to get her better over the sickness that was visible to the eye. She had the proof on her arm that this rehab was in fact a joke. Frida didn't think of herself getting better at all, it was getting worse. She felt like less of a human than ever before, it was like the doctors didn't care about her. Frida rouse up the upper part of herself slowly, her eyes glancing at the clear ocean, it seemed so calm. Something so calm made frida cringe in envy, these days that feeling rarely came to her.

She got herself up slowly, as the wind ran through her long dark brunette hair. She took a deep breath as she looked down at her arm, seeing the faded wounded cuts that she had done to herself not to long ago. She looked back up as she walked herself to the ocean, each step becoming closer. She didn't think about what she was doing, she didn't think about what was around her, and didn't think about what effect it may take on the loves ones who still had little hope left in her. No tears filled in Frida's eyes, no emotions came upon her. As she felt the cold water rush pass her ankles, she kept going as the wet sand got between her feet. By the time the water was up to her waist a voice from the back of her mind came to her "this isn't your time" it said whispering to her soothingly, but it didn't turn her around. the water just got deeper, and the further she got the harder it was to walk; soon she was treading water, this time she heard her name but it didn't sound like it was from the back of her head. her ears perked up to see if it was an actual person but no movement was in sight with her. She closed her eyes, relaxing her body as she slowly forces herself down into the water.

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note: sorry that its so short!! and it may suck a little bit but it shall get better!
tag: julian