This was written for the prompt vacation. Don't forget to review!
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If she was on vacation, likely this would've ruined it. Or made it, she didn't know. Since he was likely on vacation, this had probably ruined his.
"Oh my god," she whispered, crawling off of him.
As he sputtered out water, she reached into her pocket to pull out her cell-phone. She began to dial 119, but suddenly a hand reached out and chucked her phone across the beach.
"I don't want help," he hissed, glaring at her. "They're not putting me back in a home."
A… home?
She squeaked. "A home?" He's not going to kill her, is he? Okay… perhaps saving him wasn't the great idea she thought it was. No, don't think like that. Saving a person is always the right choice.
"I am suicidal," he said, sitting up. His fingers traveled down to his ankles where he untied bricks from around his them. No wonder he was so heavy.
"Uh… I'm sorry?" she offered.
He says nothing in return.
She glanced over to her phone, hands itching to grab it. This was really odd, and she really didn't feel safe. She needed to call 119 or something.
"I will break your arm before you can reach it," he said, and she shoved the thoughts of grabbing it out of her mind.