Wrecked

Awoken

I woke to the sound of waves slapping the shore, and a sand encrusted cheek. The salty air was sharp in my lungs. As the water tickled my toes, the wind washed over my wasted body. When I pushed myself up, I saw miles of empty beach, an overcast sky above me, and a rough sea ahead. The wind grew, whipping what left I had of clothes, and it chilled me to the bone. I didn't realise how cold I was.
The damp, limp clothes that hung from me were not helping warm myself up, so I crawled into the weak sunlight and stripped off a layer. I lay curved on my side wondering; how did I get here? Why was I here? What had happened to mum and da— I almost didn’t want to know. I was certain that whatever happened to them was bad. I was a coward, afraid of the truth.