This one was also from PTB's Writing Challenge. I wish they kept the prompts up because I would have liked to finish these. They were fun!
This prompt was a photo of a girl and it looked like she was laying on a cliff, looking down. I think she had a camera in her hand? Ah I wish I remembered perfectly. Well if I'm wrong, it's fine, it's just random anyway.
Thank you to kitchmill for betaing this for me! I can't thank you enough for all your support!
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. I do own this gibberish and a copy of the books. Okay a couple copies...
The sun was out, something I wasn't used to, so I had to take advantage of it. Out here we had grey skies and constant rain. A ton of rain. So the appearance of the sun put a smile on my face as I climbed the familiar cliff on La Push beach.
I remembered the times my dad would take me to the beach when I was younger. He tried to teach me how to fish once, but he realized that he was way more into it than I was when I got bored and threw my Minnie Mouse fishing rod into the ocean. The twitch of his mustache found this amusing. But he never pushed it again.
Instead he would take me out to watch the cliff divers. I would always cover my eyes with my little hands, just so I could peak through my fingers to catch the splash the jumpers made. It scared me, but I didn't want to miss it. It was exhilarating watching the people fly through the air. It seemed the moment after they jumped and before they hit the water they were in complete freedom.
But things were different now. My dad didn't have time for his fifteen-year-old daughter because he was too busy with his new live-in girlfriend Sue and her annoying as hell daughter Leah. Anything they wanted they got while I was stuck with the hand me downs Leah refused to keep.
Because I was the spitting image of my late mother, my dad sometimes looked right through me as if I wasn't there, and that hurt. Her passing really did a number on him. He started drinking again, a lot, and had really bad depression for a while. But that didn't give him the excuse to ignore me and pretend like I wasn't there. He wasn't the only one that lost someone.
He didn't care.
So instead of dealing with my home life, I went to the beach and tried to preserve the memories I cherished so much. I wasn't delusional enough to think I could get those memories back, but I wanted to hold them close.
My camera felt heavy in my hand as I crawled my way to the edge of the cliff. The sweat from my palms made me tighten my hold, hoping I didn't drop the precious device over the edge. That would suck. I was terrified of heights, so I knew there would be no way I would try to jump and save it.
The lens zoomed out as I aligned my camera just right. I wanted to get the perfect picture of the waves crashing against the rocks. I wanted to see the clear blue turn into the pure white.
The only sound was the clicking of my camera as I finally felt myself relax. I didn't think of the bitchy comments Leah made to me, or the way my dad barely spared a glance at me anymore. All I thought about was capturing the ideal image so I could save it forever.
Sometimes in life, you have to shift your focus from the bad, and learn to find the good in the world.