Chapter 1: (1/2)
I grab the sheets out of the closet in the bedroom. Taking a deep breath I smile. The scent of clear ocean air and lavender fills my senses. How did the sheets still smell so fresh after so many months of the house being locked?
I shake the sheets out over the small double bed in the upstairs room. Smoothing the corners and tucking them in, I think of climbing in bed for the night. As I slipped off my cut off jeans and tank top, and slip into a large t-shirt I pulled from my duffel, I flop onto the bed. The soft mattress gives way to my lithe frame, cushioning me. The scent of the ocean and lavender once more surrounds me, and pang runs through my chest. The smell transports me back to the bedroom of my parents' home. Somehow, my mother always smelled like lavender, and the sheets of my little bed were the same. Fresh and clean, always inviting to me after a long day of play.
I roll onto my stomach and sigh. Reaching out for the lamb next to my bed, I flick the little seashell button, and the light leaves the room. Pitch black. Montauk Beach isn't a tourist beach. It's quiet. It's isolated. It's lonely. It's me. The only sound I hear are the lapping waves on the sand. The monotonous and familiar roar of the ocean quickly lulls me into a deep sleep.
As I sleep, I dream. I dream I am in the ocean, swimming and savoring the feel of the salty water on my skin. The smell of salt and sand fills my nose as I dive deep into the dark blue water. Chills cascade down my body as the water becomes colder below the sunny surface. I feel something catch my foot, and I look down. Seaweed has ensnared my ankle. I tug at it, trying to break free, but the slimy plant grows and wraps around my whole body. I can't breathe. I scream, but my lungs only fill with water. Choking, I try to twist free of the plant. But now it has arms, and it is wrapping me completely up. My brain feels like it's going to burst, and my eyes sting with salt. I feel a rush of pain, and I scream once more, before everything fades to black.