The release.

  It was quiet. The only noise that could be heard was the fallen leaves being crushed under your footsteps. You continue walking. The only way of navigation is the light from the full moon that rests above you in the night sky. The wind blows strongly around you, causing goosebumps to arrise on your skin. You pull your sweater tighter around you and speed up. Right now, you are going against everything you know to be right. You know that by doing this, you will be dissapointing those that love you, that are back home tucked into their beds. You should be there too; at home, asleep and safe. You just couldn't help but take the risk though. Being back there was like being burried alive: No one could hear your cries for help and you felt as if the air was being snatched away from your lungs.

   You've been walking for a hour now. So close to your destination that it makes your blood turn hot. No matter how strong your urge is to slow down and take a breath, you keep on going, scared that if you stopped, someone would hear you. Left foot forward, then right, then left. On and on you keep this pattern going, until... You can smell it, before you can even see it. The mixed smell of salt, seaweed and the beach. You let out a breath of ease. Your finally safe. No one will find you or disturb you here. The moons image mirrors on the great sea. The waves mesmorize you, as they crash against the shore. You can almost hear the ocean speaking to you "Come away with me, come away to a place where you can be free." You think of your family, of how they will react when they find you not in your bed. Will they be worried? Will they know where to find you? You shake your head, ridding your brain of those questions and just thinking about the ocean. You kick your shoes off, and slowly walk to the waters edge. A wave hits your foot and sends shivers up your spine, making your teeth chatter but you don't stop there. Within 5steps, the water is up to your waist. There is no turning back now.