Twist of Fate

Slowly I let the waves overtake me. Engulfing me. Filling my lungs. Eyes wide open staring up  at the deep blue sky from beneath the water’s surface. Then suddenly without warning, the surface cracks open, shattering into a million pieces. Something grabs me from its sweet embrace. Air pushing the water from my lungs. Reclaiming its rightful place and pushing out that which had usurped it. Darkness closing in, not understanding I look back towards the deep blue sky. “Sam” barely a whisper before the darkness overtakes me.

That was how I met my best friend Sam. She rescued me from the Cove. I have always wondered what she was doing down there that day, but she never would tell me. No matter how much I begged and pleaded, she would just laugh and say, “I felt like going fishing. You were the biggest damn fish I ever caught too”. Even though she never told me why she was there, a part of me knew. There were only two reasons teens went to the Cove. Sex or suicide. Sam was a virgin.

Sam would save me countless times after that too. She was my guardian angel. I was content to stand in her shadow. Letting her have the spotlight. Everyone loved Sam, but she loved me.  I never understood why. She was all of the things I tried so hard to be, but just never could seem to figure out. When others made me feel stupid, she made me feel worthy. When others pushed me down, she held me up.

It would be ten years before we would return to the Cove. The wind howling as the waves crashed upon our feet. The siren’s enchanting song beckoning us to return.  “You know you saved my life that day,” suddenly Sam said. Willing time to stand still, I remained silent. Looking down at the waves licking my feet.

“Wanna go for a swim?” Sam asked.

Sensing my uncertainty, Sam locked her arm in mine and said, “Let’s go. The water’s too cold . I don’t really feel like fishing today anyways.”

Arm in arm we walked back into town. Forever united by an unspoken secret that only the two of us knew. While Sam was the bright shining sun of my world, back there on the rocks for just a moment, I was the moon.

This is for a writing prompt at Studio 30+. The writing prompt was Serendipity.