Waterfall

In the begging

I've lived in this town too long. I'm sick to death of seeing the same faces, I know everyon Everyone here can go fuck themselves. My dream is to go to Australia, I love everything about the place, the beach, the sun, even the spiders. Everyone avoids them.

That's why I became a life guard, so one day I can move there and spend all my time on the beach with lots of good looking guy. but for now I'm stuck here. I only work days so when it hits 6 I'm home, normally working here isn't so bad. In the summer the weather is nice and I have my little beach hut but its December and really dark out and really cold and I really hate walking home on my own. Its quite a long walk down the beach to get the stairs leading to the path home, I pass my beach hut which was once a bright blue but it has faded quite a bit and the paint is chipping off and the big "stone diving board" which is not an actual diving board just something teenagers jump off of as like for fun and that.

just as my mind was switching off and I was about to switch* off the outside world and fall deep into a daydream I heard a splash and then "HELP"... "SOMEONE HELP" the other life guard on duty was to far away to hear anything so I went into action mode took off the heavy things I was wearing ran into the sea.

Everything was dark. The water reflected the black, ominous sky, so I couldn't see a thing. I just had to listen out for the sound of drowning. Soon I had found someone but they were under the water and had stopped screaming out. I pulled the body out the water and lay them out on the sand they weren't bereaving and there leg had been cut open probably by the rock hidden under the waves. I had to give them the kiss of life, I wasted no time in taking off there big oversized coat and got to work. I opened there mouth and breathed out slowly then I started pushing down hard on his chest.

It didn't take long before they were chocking up water, coughing and panting.

"Oh m-my god, my leg" they were saying, I told them to hang on and I ran to my beach hut and grabbed my first aid stuff and a light.

The cut wasn't that deep, like I wont take him to A&E I know what I'm doing. "This might hurt a bit" I warn him, helped him out of his jeans and push down on the cut with a bandage

"OH shit"

"well did warn you, are you ok" now I had a light with me I could see there face. He had, big blue eyes and dark hair. He's quite good looking but he's new. like I have never seen him before, I know everyone here but I have never seen him before.

"yes, no" he said
"Can you walk?" I asked and he nodded
"I don't think I can make it up the stairs though, on my own"
I helped him up and he had lent on me for support as I led him to the beach hut.
In there I had pain killers, a bed, a phone and more. I help him onto the bed.
He looked freezing, well it was December. He was absolutely soaked through the water was dripping from his hair all down his face. his clothes were stuck to him showing off his thin figure and he was shaking uncontrollably. I reach into a draw and pull some old jeans, t shirt and a towel and handed them to him.

"Get out of those wet cloths and you'll warm up, just tell me when your done" I went out the hut and waited for him to get dressed. Who the hell is he?

"You can come in now" He said in a strong mancunian accent. I went in and the cloths were slightly too big but he looked warmer.

"So what's your name" I ask

"I'm John, John Squire"

"Ok John Squire, I'm Ivy Jones. Do you need me to call anyone, I don't have a car so I could call you a cab?"

"oh could you, I've just moved in with my mate Ian and" he paused "my cozen"

"oh whos your cozen" I ask

"Stewart Sullivan"

I know Stewart, he is a right dick. I honestly can't think of one nice thing to say about him. He's so obnoxious

"oh Stewart"

"It's ok I hate him too" John reassures me "he's a right twat"

I call him a cab and put the kettle on while we waited for the cab to arrive.

"So if you don't like your cozen why are you staying with him?" I ask

"Oh well, me and my friend Ian are in this band and I'm trying to write songs but, I don't know, I guess I had writers block so we thought we should take a trip out here where it's quieter. It hasn't really worked yet though. John tells me

We chat more about the band. John's the guitarist. When he speaks it's soft and he often takes pauses but it's not unpleasant. Eventually the cab showed up and told him I would bring his old clothes round tomorrow. I helped him into the cab as he was still pretty shaken up and said goodbye.

I was never going to publish this and wait to finish my other stuff but fuck it. I hope you enjoy it I'm so much more excited about this than the other stuff I've written.