Bloodbath Chronicles Cruesome Tale

he only distraction was the cacophony of the ripples beating down on the shoreline. Occasionally a sea gull would fly over head only to realize that this was a place where you couldn't find so much as a small crumb of bread. A place where very little life existed other than the algae that appeared to be dancing underneath the murky waters. I hadn't given a name to this place nor was I very sure that this place even existed on a map. As far as I knew this place had no name. I wanted to keep it that way for personal reasons. I have always been a terrible liar and over the years I have found clever ways to prevent putting myself in a position where I'd have to lie. This was my special place of solace and I didn't want anybody ever finding out about it. Should anybody ever find me here, I had already promised myself that I would never return. So many thoughts raced through my mind as I tried to comfort myself by positioning my butt in between the rocks until it felt just right. This place reminded me of the rocks I used to sit on while fishing down by the lake when I was a kid. I guess what I was sitting on back then was what you would call a dam. One time my mother had come along on one of my fishing trips and dove into the lake fully clothed trying to rescue a fish I had caught the size of a shark that had broken the line. I still recall the tenacious look in my mother's eyes as she stood in freezing water as she wrestled with that fish trying so desperately to keep it from escaping. The good fight had lasted for all but a minute until the enormous fish managed to break free from my mother's arms and swim away to safety. I guess I'll never know what her intentions that day really were. Did she go after that fish because it was mine? Or was she only interested in keeping the family dinner from going to waste? I really didn't know.