A desperate cry for help,
He ran through the forest, cuts all over his body, almost certain he had lost the killer, he was afraid to look behind him, because he knew with his luck he’d trip or run into something. Flashbacks run through his mind, of when the man first appeared, carrying the heads of two teenagers, who also happened to be there. He was horrified at how a simple date got him stuck in the middle of all this. This was his girlfriend's favorite spot. They’ve been here many times before. Confused, he trips, quickly jumping back to his feet. “I’m so glad I cleaned up my act and got into sports,” he thought to himself. As he was running he came across a figure in the distance, “the killer?” he thought to himself.
The issues that fishing bring to the shark population have gotten out of control, endangering a species that is vital to the ocean’s ecosystem. Sharks have been around far longer than humans and have made a place in Earth’s oceans permanently. Recently, that seems to have been changing due to excess fishing and a high demand for shark fins and the natural human fear that comes along with the unknown.
If there’s one thing in this world I could ever ask for is your love once more. Even if it lasts for a night, I just want another taste of it. Without you, I am nothing, I am a shell of someone I forced myself to become. This confident boy you see is just a facade, without you. I hide behind it, so you don’t realize that not having you as mine is killing me. I act cocky, and like an asshole, because I’m ashamed of showing my real face. Ashamed of letting you see I’m crushed when you’re gone. What hurts the most is remembering how you used to look at me. During those quiet moments that we shared, just you and me, with no care in the world. The only thing that mattered to me in that moment was you.