Epilogue

A year since that day I ran away from home and decided to die on an island. I had the perfect idea of the perfect death. It was not unsuccessful. In fact, the lost soul, Brieanna died and is still submerged down the ocean floor. I never retrieved my backpack, it's my grave.

Today, I am just with my surfboard, staring at the vast horizon, a golden one. The sun was setting beautifully like that day when I decided it was my last day on earth. It's majestic. The only difference was right now, the waves are crashing into my feet and I was not at a high place and I want to live. 

A corner of my mouth lifted when I saw the wave I wanted. I ran towards and embraced the ocean, not minding if it was cold or warm. I dived. With my chest on my board, I paddled to the lineup, my take-off zone. I waited and when I saw the wave I want, I chased it, ride it the way I would enjoy.

With a grin on my face, I hop on my surfboard again. When I glanced at the shore, there I s