

IF I had of listened to my parents I never would have died. That is the first thing to cross my mind as I sink to the ocean floor. A bottomless sea of icy blue embraces me with arms wide open ready to welcome me to the world of non existence.

Time seemed to slow itself and somehow I knew this was how I was going to end. Cold, and alone at the bottom of the Atlantic. But hold on, I'm getting way ahead of myself. Before I monologue my death scene you need to know how I got myself into such a predicament. I'll skip the non essential parts, but I figure you only get to die once so I want to tell things properly. My name is Madison Belle and I'd like to think I was a pretty normal teenage girl. I didn't like school much but I got pretty decent grades. I was never exceptionally beautiful, but I wasn't get fed with a slingshot ugly either. I had a handful of people I considered my friends and I was overall a pretty cool chick if I had to say so myself. I even had a pretty cool boyfriend that was super sweet, or so I thought. His name was Brock Johnson, and well that's where the trouble had all started.

I met Brock the way most girls my age do. On a Friday after school, hanging out with mutual friends. We decided to meet at the bowling alley. It's one of the few things to do in town that doesn't involve the beach and boy am I tired of the beach. I had never noticed Brock before, I thought he was super quiet but that night something happened. He was more talkative and sweet. I even found out that he intentionally threw a few gutter balls, just so I'd feel better about my complete lack of hand eye coordination. After that night he asked for my number and we became good friends. The rest as they say, is sorta history.

Before the month had ended we were going out.

"Hey brown eyes." I remember him saying one night on the phone. We had been dating for a year at that point.

"Would you like to go with me to my parents lake house this weekend? They'll be there but not the entire weekend." A hint of a smile was in his voice. My dad was sitting across from me mouthing the words.

"No. Nope, no way. No how." Stupid me. I had answered the phone at the dinner table. Why had I been so dumb? "Um I'll think about it Brock. And I'll let you know." I said.

Then made an excuse saying I had to go. I definitely didn't want him to know I was sitting at the dinner table with my family. "Madison." My dad began. "I know. Boys only want one thing at this age dad, blah, blah, blah. I've heard it a thousand times." My mom gave me a disapproving look from over a glass of wine.

"Madison." Was all she had to say. I knew what she meant was "Don't disrespect your father in this house." It was pretty disrespectful of me I'd have to admit but hey I'm working on that part of me with my psychiatrist. Nobody's perfect.

Looking back now I really wish I had of listened to him. I wish I was able to see my dad one last time. Him and my mom. I promised myself I'd never be disrespectful again. I'd listen to everything they had to say. "Actually I was going to say something else." My Dad continued. "Yesterday I saw Brock down at the shop. He was with that Stacey girl you used to have over a lot back in Jr. High an-" "Wait what?" I cut in. "Are you accusing him just because you saw him next to some girl? A girl that has gone to school with us for years?" MyDad held up his hand. "I'm not accusing him. But-" "But what Dad?!" My dad sighs.

"But it looked like they were more than just friends. They were being...really friendly with each other."