Wrecked

Realisation

The sun’s feeble rays lingered over me, and I could hear the gulls crying. Slowly, I drifted into a white haze of light. In the white it was easy, there was no pain, no trauma. I could have stayed there but I knew I had a job, and that was to live.
Then I remembered. I remembered why I was here and what happened to my parents. I remembered the truth that I was so afraid of.
They were dead.
I saw them drowning as I was drifting away. I can’t explain how I felt. It was denial, anger, it was my fault! Then a great grief; a hole inside me. I haven’t accepted it yet.
Please let me be wrong about what I saw.
“PLEASE!!!!” I found myself shouting, my choked sobs disappearing in the sea’s roar.
There was no use, no point in shouting; no way I could bring back what was gone forever. I threw myself back onto the sand and squeezed my eyes shut, escaping from the terror of reality.