Thank you for checking out my story! I will try to update pretty regularly. I already have a total of five chapters written, but I will release them over time.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Mako Mermaids or any ideas/characters from the show. All OCs are my own creation.
Chapter 1: Broken Past
I have been afraid to swim ever since the accident.
Everyone always tells me how dangerous it is that I refuse to swim. They tell me that if I fell off the boat and into the waves I would be a goner.
I, on the other hand, feel like it would be more dangerous for me to get into the water. I am completely capable of swimming. My father took me to swim lessons and taught me how to body surf when I was a little girl growing up on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. We lived in a beautiful beach home throughout the year. My mother owned a consignment store and my father was a lifeguard. We lived only two blocks away from the shore, just within walking distance but "not too close to grow tired of the view", according to my father.
We were the happiest family.
But if I have learned anything from my time spent near the sea, everything that comes must also go, much like how the prettiest of seashells are stolen back by the waves when they are just out of your grip.
It was the middle of hurricane season but one of the most beautiful days of August. A storm had just come through, leaving in its trail clear skies, a cool breeze, and rough waters.
The rip current warnings were posted all along the beach, yet went unnoticed by a young boy who was caught in the middle of one. My father, always the first to respond, ran into the waves only to be taken by the current and pulled out to sea. The boy was rescued by another lifeguard but my father was never found.
A few, grief-filled, months later, my mother suddenly fell ill. The doctors believe that it was a consequence of the stress of my father's disappearance putting strain on a congenitally weak cardiovascular system. She died of a broken heart.
My aunt and uncle moved into the beach house shortly after. They had always wanted to retire at the beach and felt like I needed someone to look after me. They were right.
I began my first year at college one year after my father's death. Surprisingly, the transition was fairly simple. I decided to major in nursing since serving was something that flowed through my veins, an attribute that I fully accredit to my parents.
Being able to get away for those nine months was what I needed to heal. I made friends, friends that didn't know about my past and didn't ask too many questions.
But I knew that everything that comes must also go.
I packed up my belongings, said goodbye to my roommate and friends, and began the long drive back to my broken past.
Thank you so much for reading! Please leave a review if you feel so inclined to do so. I have so much material already and so many ideas and I can't wait to share them all with you!
-Crispin Robb