WARNING! GRAFIC CONTENT AHEAD.
SUNRISE (HIM)
It was 7 a.m. when the sun started rising. Billy had gone to the beach. To his favorite beach he had been with his mother to practice surfing when he was a kid. He looked at the red spark on the sky which rose above the ocean. The color of the sky turned orange and pink.
Billy got out some pieces of paper and a pen he had bought in a 24/7 store after the phone call with his mother. He wanted to write a letter to Emily because she really was the only person who had been caring for him in a long time and she deserved answers he thought.
He stared at the blank paper but didn't know how to start. He has never done something like this before and he started to feel stupid. What the fuck am I doing? Romantic shit writing a letter...- Billy thought and shook his head. But then he went on...for Emily. After he had started the first sentence it suddenly became easier.
When he was done writing he folded up the paper, wrote Emily's name and adress on it and put it inside the pocket on the front of his jacket but he let it stick out a little so it was easy to be found.
He lit his last cigarette and looked up at the sunrise again. The sky now had a light blue and orange color.
He then let his hand glide into the right pocket of his jeans. He wrapped his fingers around the pocket knife he had found in the old pick up truck. Getting it out he opened it with a click and looked at the slightly rusty blade. He tested with his fingers if it was sharp. It was...
He was all alone sitting in the sand. Only the screaming seagulls surrounded him.
Suddenly Billy was more afraid of what he had planned to do than he had thought. But remembering his hopeless situation he again realized it was the right thing to do because he saw no way out.
He took the knife into his right hand and set it onto the inner side of his right wrist where he could see his veins shimmer through the skin. He clenched his teeth while he started cutting up his arm. Then he quickly changed the sides and did the same to the left side.
It hurt less than he thought it would because the knife was sharp enough. He felt the warm blood running down his arms and his hands. Listening to the sound of the ocean and the seagulls his sight became blurry. He suddenly felt weak and tired. He fell back into the sand blinking his eyes because of the light of the rising sun. The last thing he noticed before passing out was a big warm and wet tongue licking his face and a voice that called: 'Rocky come here!'