I sat on the sweltering sand.

The disgusting smell of fish in the air and a strong amount of salt in my hair.

Seagull’s screeching and little kid’s giggling.

My feet submerged in the cool water and rough sand.

Seashells baking in the blistering rays.

Sandcastles towering over washed-up seaweed.
A thought in my head.
It won’t leave.
It replays, over and over again.
I can’t seem to escape from this prison.
Wherever I run, It follows me.

It’s almost like it knows my next move.
So even when I think I’ve gotten away and I’m ahead in the game,
It’s waiting for me right there where I was heading.
I try to think about something else like the moment I'm in.

The sand, the sun, the water.
But the scene keeps playing over and over again like a broken record.
Finally I just let it flow.
Water splashing.

People screaming and kids crying.
Blood. Everywhere.
Silver skin circling close by.
I try to scream or breathe for that matter,
but nothing.
I sink to the bottom, helplessly
Eyes staring at me, so pretty. so innocent. so… forgiving.
but I remember what they have done,

they shredded me into pieces,

they left without an apology or a reason.
This is how I felt inside…
You were my shark.