A wise woman once spoke, you will never be as important as the ocean—famous or infamous you would never equate to the majesty of the ocean. In one breath it brought life and substance; while in another, it could bring destruction and death without a moments hesitation. Bounded by nothing—crusading in a century old dance that never lost its beauty. Within its enteral depth hidden from civilization—riddles woven in each wave, crashing against the rocks, the temperamental temptress daring man to solve them.
The majestic scene was never lost upon her—blue-gray irises stared out into the beautiful crystal ocean filled with admiration. A look one gives their own mother.
The ocean mist from the countless waves showering her smooth earthly complexion and luscious pink lips—the way the cool water washed upon her skin sent chills through her body—the closest she could ever get to nirvana. Another wave crashed against the rocks sending a jolt of glee through her body filling her with euphoria at the waters roar of ferocity.
Many had thought her behavior odd with the fascination of the very object that hurt her family…then again many in the town thought she had been an odd child.
She on the other hand did not find her behavior to be strange—the family she was born to was not hers, the death of the woman and daughter that blood decided was her mother and little sister held no effect on her, for she had never saw them as family. Water was her mother, the ocean her sire, the river her siblings, the lakes her lovers, and the small waters were her children.
So when her father told her that she had to give up on her obsession with water her decision was easy. She watched the once loving father and husband drown his sorrows in a bottle of Jack Daniels. Gregory Temple never raised a hand towards his daughter. Even as his eyes glazed over with the influence of alcohol and his mind drifted into forgotten times.
He tore down her pictures of rushing currents, smashed her oceanic CDs, and burned every piece of clothing that reminded him of the watery depths she decided to leave.
Gregory lost his beautiful wife and youngest daughter he would never allow his oldest to leave as she packed her bags with a simple smile on her face at the freedom that lay outside those doors.
He'd entered the room.
He was sober for once with a clear mind he begged his daughter to stay she couldn't leave him alone. She couldn't abandon him like his wife and daughter. As tears streamed down his face she stared at the liquid droplets with lustful amazement her dainty hand lifted touching the small droplet and to her father's horror she brought it to her mouth and tasted it.
It was delicious.
The liquid sent shivers down her spine and energy through her body.
With that taste her smile grew and she shook her head at her father. She could not stay. Like her mother she had to be free. She could not live amongst mortals that didn't respect nor love the ocean and sea like she did.
He didn't like that.
As his face turned red and his eyes blazed with determination he tried to restrain her. She watched with a frown on her face as he unpacked her bags, threw her things onto the floor.
"I won't let you leave!"
He yelled and raged.
She saw the love still within his eyes bright and clear as the endless blue skies.
But her eyes didn't reflect that love. How could she love him?
He didn't respect her nature.
So she had to do what was needed to be free.
It was only twenty minutes later that she left the house. Body soaked from head to toe in water. Her beautiful jet black hair clung to her face, lips blue from the cold water droplets and the night's air. The simple floral summer dress clung to her body like a second skin. The police sirens were heard in the distance and her bare feet headed off into a different direction, towards the sea.
As the police entered the two story home they were shocked at the state of the home. Pools of water was everywhere, dripping from the ceiling and soaking the carpet. Glass windows was broken, shattered across the floors. The house appeared to have been hit with a tsunami of epic proportions.
Finally, the two police officers stumbled upon a single body within the middle of the floor. Forty-five-year-old male named Gregory Temple. The widower. The man who tragically lost his wife Melody Temple and his baby girl Lillian Temple during a fishing trip. The town pitied to poor man whose wife and daughter was thrown over and drowned during a terrible storm. Within the house was only him and his surviving sixteen-year-old daughter.
The ambulance arrived. The cause of death was Asphyxia, suffocation resulting from aspiration of water or another liquid substance. As Gregory's dead grey eyes stared forward the police officers ruled foul play. Their main suspect being the fathers only remaining daughter who was nowhere on the scene. Communication passed between the police officers, two hours later news crew were on the scene reporting the gruesome scene and the search for their main suspect.
Only hours later, now in the present, she remained on the beach staring out into the ocean still in her floral sundress. Her serene eyes gave no signs of distress over the cold murder of her father. A murder that she committed.
She was at peace.
Her eyes took on a lethargic gaze and she cherished the time between herself and the water.
Even as she heard the police sirens grow closer towards her location, she remained seated. No one would ruin this moment, not even the four uniform police officers coming down the beach. After a tip from a neighbor who often saw the daughter of Gregory on the beach the police had her location.
She inhaled softly breathing in the wet air and filling her lungs with the smell that brought her so much happiness.
"Don't move."
Several masculine voices called raising their guns towards her slight form. Oh she had no intentions of moving. If she could she'd stay in this spot for the rest of her life and beyond. By the water was where she belonged.
Her head never turned, eyes never distracted from the waves even as a police officer approached her.
"Ayana Temple you are under arrest for the alleged murder of your father Gregory Temple," grabbing her thin arms they lifted her to her feet and placed the steel cuffs around her wrist. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to have an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you."
The officers grew more and more disturbed as Ayana continued to silently gaze at the sea with such longing. Even as they read off her Miranda Rights she gazed on with an expression of such serenity. Her guilt was proven as she seemed well aware of her father's death. There was no shock nor grief on her expression.
The officers grew more disgusted as a slow dreamy smile spread across her face the longer she looked upon the water. Wanting to end this behavior they yanked her around away from the sight and towards the police cruiser. Yet, the smile remained present on her face the image of her mother within her minds eye. Her true nature.
The smile and lethargic eyes seemed to be a permanent expression, through the questioning, during her trial, as she was found criminally insane during a psych evaluation. Lawyers and doctors grew concerned because of her lack of empathy and distant demeanor. She was diagnosed with a Schizophrenia and Psychotic disorder, Schizoid personality disorder, dissociation, and the list went on.
Due to her many 'issues' instead of getting 25 years to life in prisons she was sentenced 5 years in a forensic psychiatric facility until deemed cured. The success rate of those judged cured after being determined criminally insane was a hulking twenty-five percent.
Yet as she gazed at the four walls all she could see was the crystal blue waters. It's weightless gravity pulling her deeper and deeper into it's chilling abyss. Eyes closed she hummed in satisfaction that the picture remained clear in her mind even when she was so far away from her love. She could see the waves softly crash against the rocks like a gentle caress. She was mesmerized.
Her small hand rose making slow waving motions imitating the gentle waves of the sea. She continued to do this back and forth.
The small sink within her room shook slightly.
She repeated the motion, her throat humming a tuneless melody.
Again the sink shook.
Her head rocked back and forth.
The sink shook once more before a string of water floated from the sink and towards the small figure within the room. The water flowed with the motion of her hand like an obedient spirit.
As she opened her eyes she gazed fondly at her only companion. The only thing that stuck by her side no matter where she went or how erratic her moods became.
Again she moved her hand from left to right and the water followed.
She did this for hours until blood streamed from her nose, another hour and it started to spill from her ears, fifteen minutes later from her eyes. Still she continued, refusing to break this connection.
Ayana's eyes soon began to burn the dull grey gradually lighting up to a royal sea blue glowing within the darkened room.
Her vision blurred as dark spots swam at the edges of her vision. It wasn't until her vision darkened completely and she collapsed onto her cot did the water finally cease.
Ayana smiled within her forced slumber waiting until she was released from her second prison. She'd patiently wait until her Mother rescued her from her bonds.