Isolation-Personal Narrative

Isolation. The terrifying thought of my parents splitting. Postponing my love, for their annihilating decision. It left the remains of my interests woeful. No one is willing enough to exist with the involvement with my irrational family. Nippy, the harsh winter's breeze is impaling my firm pores of my hands. I clasped the maturing seat underneath me, while wrapping my thumbs around my oversized sleeves, as I pondered the discomforts of nature and my family. Harsh, the glistening sun reflects off the vast ocean. It shines whilst penetrating pain through my brown irises and into my aching heart, as if it weren't aching already.

With a feeling of sandpaper, I stretch my bare feet across the moist ground wishing it would sand away
at the imperfections of my parents' relationship. I am struggling to imagine my future with my disregarded family. Unknowingly, my view is focused into the core of the sun. It is painful, but it feels as if I need the pain to cleanse me of all the stress and trauma. With the temperature warming slightly, I snuggle down to catch a handful of sleep. Hair falls over my forehead catching a tear in its wake.

The tears flow in a persistent stream uncontrollably. Wetting the dark green seat as they fall. My emotions are expressed to the public - people walking on the beach. I get periodic stares which I neglect; I am like zoo animal on display. The crowd thins as the day moves on. It is as if the night is consuming all people as it arrives. As quick a wink, the sun is no longer visible to this beach. Complete darkness.