Hello again! Yes, it's Sephi. :P Here is yet another shot at a PJTO fanfic EXCEPT this one is not about our heroes. It's about Sally. :) Please tell me if you want me to continue! I have some more ideas. Lo siento for such a short chapter! Just wanted to introduce the story and MAYBE capture your interest...?
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING! ALL BELONGS TO RR =_=
It was the most perfect weather.
The brakes on the car were definently broken. Frozen in place, no doubt, by the hail that had fallen on the hour and a half trip there. The air was biting against her face, rendering her scarf virtually useless, chapping her lips, and making her nose so red that Rudolph would laugh and call her names. She stood on the shore of the beach on Long Island Sound, so close to the water she could smell it. The salt and the seabreeze only made it more bitter, but she stayed put. The wind blew in gusts that swayed the trees, and behind her she could hear the creaking of the cabin even from all the way out here.
"Please don't storm," she whispered, "The old thing can't take much more."
She shut her eyes tight, sand from the beach blowing up and lashing against her face. It was true, the cabin was ancient, probably older than her. Shed never really asked about it. The only things she knew were that she'd been coming here all her life, and that it was now hers. She'd "inherited" it, they said, now that she was eighteen, but she knew the only reason she got it was that no one else wanted the relic. They had all forgotten, left it behind a long time ago.
All, of course, except for her.
She wasn't standing on the shore to avoid going inside, or to drown herself out of misery; she was standing in her spot. The same one she had marked so many years ago. The one where she found the faded green conch shell, and instead of hearing the ocean like you're supposed to, she swore up and down she heard some one singing to her. This wasn't just a run- down vacation home to her, this was her childhood. This was everything she remembered and loved. This was her happiness, and this is where she said goodbye.
Her name was Sally Jackson.
And this was Montauk.