= Scene 1 =
It was an eerily dark night. It always was. He stood on the edge of the cliff, fingers dripping blood.
He'd attacked Danny. He couldn't believe it. It was all his fault.
He hadn't meant to do it. He'd lost his temper, just for a moment.
He stepped towards the cliff.
His foot hit a pebble. The pebble skidded, then toppled over the cliff. On the first bounce it seemed to do nothing. On the second, another pebble joined it. It kept bouncing. More pebbles kept falling. It wouldn't stop. They kept getting bigger. The thunder of it was as loud as the ocean. It crashed at the bottom of the cliff, a huge pile of rocks.
Just where Danny had been.
He'd attacked Danny. He started it. It was all his fault. Just like everybody around town was saying. Just like they said at the trial.
Mark Latimer woke up in a cold sweat. Same damn nightmare.
= Scene 2 =
It was an eerily dark night. It always was. He stood on the edge of the cliff, fingers dripping blood.
It's sick, isn't it? What we're doing here, it's not right. This is the last time. You have to promise me it's the last time. I'll tell. I won't tell. I'll never tell. Just let me go.
We've done this before. I never want to do this again. I want it to be over.
He stepped towards the cliff. He knew how it would end.
Wait, no, stop! Are you begging me to live? Are you begging me to step back from the cliff? The thought of my body lying down there, it bothers you? So much that you can't bear it. So much you would do anything to stop it.
Stop it. Stop it. I'll tell. I won't tell. I'll never tell. I can't breathe. And he knew how it would end.
Tom Miller woke up in a cold sweat. Same damn nightmare.
= Scene 3 =
[Last one, guys]
It was an eerily dark night. It always was. He stood on the edge of the cliff, fingers dripping blood.
His best friend. The only person he could really talk to. The only person he could really trust. He wanted to see the place again - the last place he ever saw him.
He stepped towards the cliff. He would give anything he had to take it back. He would give up his home, his family. He would walk away from everything he had. He did, though, he did, and it didn't help anything.
He looked at the thin strip of beach far below. The tide was coming in, the beach getting narrower as the tide closed over it.
He shouldn't be here. The town had made it plain: he wasn't welcome. If they found him ... If they found him here, they'd understand.
Joe Miller stayed to watch the tide. He couldn't sleep, so he came to the sea.
Just like he had that night. Just like he did every night now.