It was a beautiful morning and nothing was wrong. Then again, that was how it always started. It's been the same way for the past seven years. The singular palm tree in front of the beach house swaying in the warm wind, the sand disappearing with the high tide, my long hair moving with the breeze, even the height of the waves stayed the same, all of it calm until exactly 9:05AM. I checked my watched, waiting for the storm to come. My watch read 9:04AM, I was waiting, I knew it'd come. Slowly but surely, the dark clouds started rolling in, blocking the scorching californian sun. I was relieved the first time, before I knew what those clouds brought. Suddenly, my watch started beeping obnoxiously. Here it comes. The wind picked up as I shut off my alarm, my hair whizzing in all directions. Next time, I'll tie it up. The palm tree seemed close to flying out of the ground and the porch wood started to creak.
This was the time I was going to end it. All I had to do was change his mind, make him take pity on me. I knew not to mess with him when I'd met him, but as usual, I couldn't help myself. Then again, I've always been a tease, it's as if it was in my genes. If being a tease was a gene, that is. Once the lightning flashed across the sky, I knew he was here, watching me suffer as he always did. Taking a deep breath to ready myself, I stepped off the porched, breaking into a determined stride. The waves were picking up, but I knew if he killed me, the day would restart.
Stopping at the waterline, I closed my eyes and began to speak.