Don't Close Your Eyes
Toshi stood at the edge of the pier in Santa Monica. He was listening to the gentle crashing of the waves against the shore line as he stared at the glowing orange of the cherry of his cigarette before flicking it into the waves beneath him. He finished off the bottle of Jack and sat down . The grief overcame him. He knew it wasnt his fault that hide was gone but he had been told that by so many that he started believing that it was true. If you hear lies enough then it starts to become true in your mind. Especially after a bottle of Jack.
He looked down and saw a fishing hook that some fisherman had cast aside and picked it up. The silver tip gleamed in the moonlight. He held it to his wrist and was about to dig into his skin just when a gentle breeze blew across him and sent him chills. He then felt warmth surrounding him and he felt an energy that he hadnt know in over ten years. "Don't do it" was what the breeze echoed when it swept by him. Toshi dropped the hook and fell to his knees and wept.
He looked down and saw a fishing hook that some fisherman had cast aside and picked it up. The silver tip gleamed in the moonlight. He held it to his wrist and was about to dig into his skin just when a gentle breeze blew across him and sent him chills. He then felt warmth surrounding him and he felt an energy that he hadnt know in over ten years. "Don't do it" was what the breeze echoed when it swept by him. Toshi dropped the hook and fell to his knees and wept.