Coastal City: The Dream Fish Part IV

Look out for errors, I’m a lazy proofreader. xD 

The waves pounding on the stubborn rocks pierced the habitués’ ears. But they weren’t your usual “relaxing sounds of the beach.” It was something curious, something perturbing, it was a conundrum of sudden onset.

As they came closer to the shoreline, they discovered that the splashes were, in fact, the beefy sharks thrashing their bodies onto each other, the rocks, and (those a mile away,) the water. The sharks did not appear to be escaping the shallow water, their numbers even multiplied as time passed.

Nathan gives himself a hard pinch; hard enough to leave two red and white crescent marks on his arm, to figure out if this inscrutable happening is just a part of a sweet dream of him and a hatted girl sitting on a bench at night turned into a nightmare that’s losing-brain-cells-worthy.

He stared at the sharks, and he instantly dreamt of swimming with those—those—fish, very huge fish, with razor-sharp teeth that could just chop him into two if they realised they haven’t eaten breakfast yet. He’d hold on to their dorsal fins as if they were cute bottlenose dolphins.

“Halvar, are you okay?” asked Calais and Nathan’s attention was immediately snatched away from the sharks.

Halvar was shivering, his skin was pale as porcelain and it dramatically contrasted with his carrot red hair. He no longer looked like a Munchkin, as Nathan would think of him from afar. He was then a 172-centimetre-tall man, without a pure, innocent-looking pink face cheating how high he appeared to stand.

Calais touched his face softly with her frail hands. His face was damp and cold.

She was then panicking, and she cried out in a shrill voice: “Halvar, look at me!”

Nathan just stood before the two with a slight feeling of jealousy; a suspicious jealousy. Long ago had his “special” feelings for Calais disappeared, it was when she replaced her thick-rimmed glasses to blue contacts, when her hair was changed from straight and black to brown and wavy, and she started getting fond of torturing her classmates.

And it all felt—weird.

He gazed at Halvar’s body as if it was a painting of a cold, dying puppy. He was gradually crumpling. As Nathan sailed his eyes to and fro, he found that the sand had devoured Halvar’s foot again.

“I think we should bring him to that bench over there,” suggested Nathan. Of course, his friend looked like he was dying and all he could think of doing to him is to bring him to the nearest bench and not the hospital.

“You should sit, Halvie,” Calais agreed, her voice was endearing.

“Halvie, what a nickname. It almost sounds like some male stripper’s pseudonym.” Nathan thought as he pulled Halvar’s foot from the sand like a magician would to a rabbit. Then he put his friend’s arm around his shoulder and helped him get to the bench.

Calais sat beside Halvar, who was still sweating and shaking. Soon, Halvar nestled his forehead on Calais’ cheek.

And Nathan said to himself: “There’s something I don’t know about this two.”

He turns around, picks up a rock, and tries to hit the sharks with it. It was short a couple of meters. As he turns back, he catches Calais giving Halvar a light kiss on the nose as she held his head levelling hers.

“How cute, can I give him a kiss too?” Nathan snickered, Calais blushed.

“What the hell happened to me?” asked Halvar in a weary voice.

“Hell misses you, and now they’re trying to get you back by eating you alive.” This is what passed for wits between the two.

“I can’t feel my foot.”

…

I don’t know what the hell just happened. Was it my fault? I don’t understand. He rushed into his room, closed the door, removed his plain white shirt and unzipped his pants. He looked into the big mirror installed on the wall facing his bed. He was thin and had broad shoulders, just how he wanted to be.

He took off his pants, and stood in front of the mirror in his boxers. He didn’t have hairy legs like the other boys at school, and he was secretly pleased by this fact.

He opened the bathroom door and tried to feel the switch while he checked his phone that he left on his study table all day. There it is. Click. The bathroom was instantly flooded with warm light.

There was a girl sitting on the bathroom floor stark naked.