PART 1: WASHED UP ON PLASTIC BEACH
The water was icy. Sharp, like nails dragging themselves across her pale skin. Again and again, waves struck her frail form and dragged her deeper into the abysmal water. The ocean was like a hungry lover, it would not let her lie. Flashes of brilliant light shot through the sky above her, the deep rumble of thunder barely audible over the crashing of the waves. The mother of all storms. Suddenly, the same force dragging her deeper would thrust her back to the surface again, and she would suck in the air, grappling desperately for an object to cling to, though she knew she her searching fingers would find none. In a split second, the lightning illuminated the sky, and the girl saw the shadows of beasts swirl dimly beneath her own silhouette. They were hungry, these creatures of the sea. She knew she didn't have long left before one would strike vehemently from below, and drag her into a watery grave.
A surging tide pulled once again at her body, and she became submerged. The girl was weak, so weak. There was no strength that she possessed that could save her now, and she allowed the herself to sink, slowly, towards the ocean floor.
She could feel her mind fading in and out of consciousness, thoughts became sleepier, more muddled. The water was calmer down here, it cradled her as a mother would cradle her child. With waning strength, the girl opened her eyes. A notion, half formed in her oxygen starved brain, slowly unfurled itself. She felt a desire to take in her surroundings before they were to become her tomb, to once more glimpse upon a feature of the earth that had riddled and mystified her existence. The girl peered into the murky blue gloom, and started. There, before her, was something of an immense size. Too large to be any kind of creature. With the small ounces of logic left in her befuddled mind, the girl deduced that this may be her saving grace. Her chance. She did not have to die on this night. Vainly, she struck out with her arms and legs, willing her body to move towards the surface. Bright white lights danced before her eyes, she needed air, and soon. Painfully, her small form crept towards the surface until...
She broke through into the night air, her head reeling with the effort of it all. The waves were still tugging with a vengeance, but as the oxygen returned to her system she pulled herself forward. Within moments, she had a grip on something. Splinters dug themselves into her skin. Ignoring this, the girl latched her second hand onto the wooden surface, clawing her way upwards. An arm, a leg, suddenly she heaved herself out of the water. Her body was greeted by a flat, wooden surface.
'A jetty' she thought. 'I'm on a jetty...' but that was all she could think before darkness washed over her, and she collapsed in exhaustion.