The Witness - Chapter I

My legs felt weak at the knees. It was probably lucky I was sitting down, or I would’ve fallen to the floor. Anger erupted inside me. It bubbled and fizzed, boiled and simmered. It’s flames burned inside my chest. I exploded,like a volcano filled with lava. I think that’s when I started shouting.
I screamed and shouted until my throat had gone hoarse. How long I shouted for, I don’t know. It could’ve been minutes, but felt like hours. I grabbed the nearest chair and threw it at the wall with all my might. One of it’s legs shattered into tiny pieces, but the rest of the chair remained intact. I kicked over the coffee table. It tipped over and made a deafening CRASH!. I could barely hear the police officers' pathetic attempts to calm me down. She didn’t, but I knew what would.
I pushed past the police officer and ran out the room. I burst through the back door and jumped the fence at the end of the garden. I came to a path, although you could hardly call it that. It was basically just a trail of flattened
grass and mud.
I didn’t stop running until I reached the edge of a cliff. There was no railing to stop you from falling off, but there was a wooden bench sitting there. I remember Dad building it for me on one of his visits home. I ran my hand over the smooth surface of the bench. I suddenly remembered why I chose to place the bench there. The view.
It was breathtaking. Astounding. The cliff looked over a small cove surrounded by caves. The sand was a very pale yellow in comparison to the sparkling blue sea. There were a few black caves near the water edge. The cave looked like it should be on the front of a postcard, not on the edge of an isolated, tiny island. The cove had no name, but I liked to call it ‘Eye Bay’. To me, the cave looked like the pupil, the sea like a blue-green iris and the almost white sand like the sclera.
I came out here often, whenever I needed my own space. Most people would go to their room, or for a walk, but not me. I would come down to the cliff, plonk myself on the bench, relax and clear my thoughts. Somehow, it would always manage to calm me down, and today it didn’t fail.
Gradually, my anger turned into sadness. It ate away my insides, consuming every piece of happiness inside me. Before I could help myself, my tears came pouring out. They made Niagara Falls look like a drinking fountain. Soon, my clothes were soaked, not just from my tears, but from the storm that had just begun. Dark clouds covered the sky, reflecting my mood. The raindrops hammered down on my head, drenching my hair. But all that was the least of my worries right now.