Panic at the Beach: Myren's POV

I have this theory about writers, in at least the books I've read in my 17 years of life there always seems to randomly be added a point of chaos within the books. It starts off fine, the main protagonist meets a special someone, they take a while and then they fall in love but suddenly bam! An evil villain pops out of nowhere but never fear because the main protagonist happens to be a magical, ultimately powerful being and takes down the villain and they live happily ever after with their special someone.

Weird. 

Like, why does it all seem so random? So, out of place? 

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Why do I seem so out of place?
I stare down at my hands, they stay frozen in the air just above the keyboard. Frustration bubbles up inside of me and I harshly push off of my desk, shaking the table and everything on it as the momentum moves me toward my bed. 

"I fuckin' suck at writing shit out" I mumbled to no one in particular. It was true though, sometimes in my shower I'd think of something brilliant to write but when it comes down to it… I just can't seem to put the pen on paper. Or in modern words, type out what I want to say and that feeling of frustration sucks balls!

And it honestly does not help that absolutely nothing happens in this tiny, musty town. At least, not until Bella Swan came around. She brought with her a whirlwind of chaos and crazy. Whether she realized it or not, I for one sure had. I watched her from a distance, hidden behind my own shield and saw it all… kinda of like a creep but it is my job; technically. My father Rain and mother Lena assigned me this very specific and important task years ago, in our home in the old abandoned graveyard on the outskirts of the town. I know it doesn't sound typical, but it was my normal. 

I missed my parents, but I knew how important it was that I leave them in order to complete my work here, even if this town didn't have much going on (with the obvious exception of Bella Swan). 

The Cullens did leave though, having been threatened to be exposed by Bella if she were not turned. Not to mention the heat and attention put on them after one of their children, Edward, became Bella's prime victim for stalking and harassment. This chick really is a lot of trouble.

Knock. Knock.

"Come in." 

Wide eyes, with piercing black orbs peered at me from the crack of the door. As a wisp of black mist moved to lay beside me on my bed, solidifying into a black furry cat.

"Hi, Auntie. Do you need something?" I asked, petting her gently on the head. 

Today is a rare sunny day, niece. Would it not be a great chance to go to the beach? You've been typing away for weeks now, I am worried.

Her voice echoed throughout my head, guilt flooded my system at the thought of worrying my aunt. Even so, the anxiety of leaving my safe haven, my room, my home made me queasy and sick.

"Apologizes, Auntie, I did not mean to worry you and I-I guess, it is not a horrible idea to go outside...in the sun...and see people" I shivered at the thought of seeing humans. Watching Bella interact with others has given me the idea that all humans are as bad as her, and I know that may not be true but still… sometimes you must assume it is all humans.

Wonderful! I packed a little bag with snacks, water, sunscreen, first aid and just about everything you'll need for a pleasant day at the beach! 

She happily communicated with me, and I smiled at her excitement. It made me happy to know she would enjoy this day out even if I didn't.

The drive to the local beach was a pleasant scenic drive, the bright greens of the pine needle trees blurring together under the still grey sky even as the Sun peeked a bit from behind the clouds. Giving off warm rays of light that danced across the dashboard of the car. The smooth, black road made the drive soothing and relaxing, my nerves rose once more as the car passed the splintering green sign that read "La Push Beach".  I inhaled as much of the salty air as I could, savoring the scent of fresh air and warm Sun as best as I could within my memories. 

I told you today would be a good day to be at the beach, niece. 

I cracked a smile at my Aunt and laughed softly, picking my bag from behind me and hopping out of my 1975 Chevrolet Impala. 

"So far I do believe you to be right, but let's see if this day stays as lucky and good." Without a word, Auntie hopped onto my shoulder as I walked down the steps and onto the warm sand. I wiggled my toes for a few seconds then decided to settle near the direction of the stairs but close enough to the sea. 

My anxiety, once again, picked up as I heard the hollering of hooping teenage boys. 

Terrific.

I tried my best to focus on the crashing waves or the lack of people enjoying this sunny beach day but the uneasiness in my stomach, the pit that only seemed to feel worse, was growing. I felt like crying and I could not guess why. I stared down at my trembling hands, my body beginning to feel hot but sweating cold. Oh Goddess, no! 
I thought, burying my hands in the sand and trying my hardest to focus on the sounds of the ocean and the feeling of sand. 

"Sorry, didn't mean to hit you- hey? Miss? Are you okay?" I was underwater, I couldn't hear the rest of whatever the male was trying to say. All I 'heard' were the jumblings of words that sounded muffled and then the sudden heat that surrounded my body. How safe...

Focus
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Deep Breaths
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You're okay
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Sometimes panic attacks happen without any reason or warning. Goddess, I should have stayed home and not left the safe haven that is my room. The pit in my stomach was still there, so was the shaking but the heat...so was it.

"I think she's breathing okay now, Sam."

Open your eyes, my niece. You are safe 

The command I needed was heard and suddenly I could see again, the darkness that encased me vanished and the sight of worried faces with varying versions of brown eyes were all I saw. They all froze. My body laid limp on a warm, muscular chest, looking up I saw a handsome man with warm copper eyes. He, too, froze. 

Darling, niece. I feel I should let you be aware but you are currently resting on a man's chest… his naked chest…

Auntie snickered at the last line from where she sat on my bag, eyes wide. I quickly put space between me and the man and moved backwards away from the group, which from the hurt faces seemed to do more damage than good.

"Apologize, I didn’t mean to make a scene" I felt my face heat up to a bright red as realization hit that this was indeed, the most embarrassing moment of my life. Quickly, the man who had held me spoke. 

"Don't worry about it. It's alright, my name's Sam. Can I have yours?"

"Myren… Elway… pleasure to have met you all." 

"Myren." A voice that had not been Sam's spoke as if my name were the most beautiful thing to have ever been said. 

Smack!

"Don't be creepy, Seth" 

"Ouch! Sorry." The young boy sheepishly replied. 

"Oh, it's alright." I quickly added, standing up on wobbly legs. Auntie moved towards me at a fast pace as I bent over to pick up my bag and towel. "I think it's just about time I go home now, but thank you again for everything." 

I think I shattered them out of a trance because suddenly they were all moving in different ways, seemingly trying to get me to not go. They looked sort of cute, I laughed softly at their antics. One quickly shoved two of his friends over and moved towards me.

"My name's Quill, pleasure to meet such a beautiful lady." He bent over and kissed my outstretched hand gently. Behind him his friends made false gagging noises as gestures that made me smile. 

"Knock it off, Quill. Myren, is it?" A short haired beauty questioned me.

"Yes." I spoke hesitantly.

"Want to join us on our way back? We  
usually have a big cook out after going to the beach like today. You up for it?" I blinked in surprise not expecting such an offer from someone I still considered a stranger.

Go! You can defend yourself perfectly if anything were to go wrong. 

Auntie was not wrong and besides the pit in my stomach, the ache in my bones compelled me to want and go. To be around these people, like a rope, was tugging me to be with them; forever. Even if that sounded dramatic.

"I am definitely up to it!" I exclaimed, grinning at her which was automatically returned by everyone else.

"Perfect. Follow us then."