The rain has started to heat hardly on the roof. The sun-heated were hiding from panic
of before the ice rain. Judith sat alone and watched on her swatch. She dried her tears,
and looked behind the window about the coast's view. Her house was built right on
the sea, above the breakwater rocks, near the pier.
The rain's drops stormily dripped in the slope of the windowpane, while they were
waving and said "hello!" comforting her.
There wasn't such a tempest in California, since two years ago. It was the same night,
the same stormy night. The wind has been unruly and violent. It caused to "bunchesflight" to everywhere, as it was before two years. The rain has been stronger instantly,
with an escort of lights and angry thunders.
The waves were jumping angrily and went wild furiously. The tide has tided and
bumped into the black-gigantic rocks. Few drops which left from the hitting with the
stones, reached to the highest window in Judith's sea house.
The sea has shouted and warned the courageous people who had the daring to went
out in this weather that something really important will happen. After a while, the sea
became even angrier, like from teenager's insolence.
Judith watched the view with a frighten fear, while a sad memory had flowed her
heart. She has tried to erase it, but as the sea's waves which come and back, the
memory refused to be disappearing. She toke out from her sleeve a tissue and blew
her nose. She peeked again throw the wet window, and suddenly saw him.
Perhaps it was her baseless imagination that was trick on her, or maybe it was a
different person who decided although the cold and the rains to swim a night
swimming in the sea. But some way, she felt that it's him – the same nose, the same
eyes, the face's sinks', the muscles, the long bones, the shiny smile and the brightness
and the seriousness which are typical to him; The exact fashion style – the same body,
and the same identity.
It was too weird for her. It was this day, in this date, two years ago, here, just under
her, in the middle of the stormy sea. She remembers this terrible event detail by detail.
She knows all the answers, but although, she still cries every night about the loss,
begs to impossible return. But she just thought she knows everything.
Suddenly, the phone rang. She answered and started to talk, while she was noticing
that the man, who surprised her, disappeared. The man on the other line, started to
talk. He had the same voice of him. She shivered, afraid from the unknown.
"You do not know anything. Why do you think that your son died?"
The phone fell from her hands. She took it again, and talked into it.
"Why? Who are you?" she asked.
"Answer me!"
"I do know what happened then. The police had researched and decided that he
jumped from a hook and his skull and his bones were broken. He committed suicide".
"It isn't true!"
"And how do you know?! Why should I believe you?! I don't even known how are
you, and what do you want from me. Like do you know, I want to mourn quietly! If
you wouldn't confess and say me what are your wishes, I shall cut this conversation!
Please, live me alone, or confess".
"In this moment, I won't. But for your good, you must believe me. You don't know
anything about what that happened to your son two years ago. I've just wanted to tell
you that. Don't raise false hopes, please. What the happened then isn't simple. If you'll
discover the true, it may be heart you. If you want to know what really happened to
your son, and why, you need to start from the beginning. What that the policemen
told, is not true. They weren't investigated to the depth of the case. Think, why in the
after-death-surgery, the doctor found a sign of a shout. I even don't know too what
really happened, but I do know that it really not like the simple 'suicide story'. Start
from the beginning, Judith, trust me, you have lots of mysterious information to found
out. You need to stretch out all the past of your son, and your family. It will not be
easy, I promise to you, but it will be deserve it. The true of your son's death. You will
be calmer after that, or perhaps, more anxious because you'll discover things that will
surprised you, discussed you and even threaten you, but you must be strong. I promise
you that after you will fount the all true, the police will sorry and will not let this case
to lye in the corner.
Maybe it sounds weird that I know so much, but I don't know a thing – like you do.
Start from the past, the most far that you haven't even known about your son, and
about your life. I'm sure that you'll find me, someway, in this investigation. Good
luck, Judith, you need it!", and the phone line died.
Then, the memory was replayed in her mind.
How she had seen a dead body floated in the sea; how she had caught her jet ski and
closed to the body; how she had heard the sound of the alarm of the police patrol
which she alarmed; and how she suddenly noticed that the dead guy is, her son, who
was floated, his body was bleed and hearted in all over his body.
For a minute, she really believed to this anonymous person. It couldn't be so simple. It
was too weird and unknown to be called "suicide". There was something under the
seen-solution, but she doesn't know what. What that interested her too was whose the
man on the telephone was, and why he was looked like her son? And how he's
connected to the case, and why he told all those things to her?
The man was righted; there are lots of things that she doesn't know. How was she so
stupid?! How could she believe to the policemen in their simple solution?! She was so
innocent, and now she must find out the awful true for the good name of her son!
The rain stopped, and with his stopping the wind disappeared too. In spite of this, fire
of hope and courage burned in Judith's heart.
"I know from where to start!" she declared "I think…"
Then, as two years ago, she saw a dead body floated and was carried away in the
waves. She took her jet ski, and skied to there. After 5 minutes of skying, she saw
him. The man she saw through her window, and thought that he was the man that
talked to her. He was someone else. She held him, trying to carry him away, while he
was grasping her hand, opened her eyes on her, and died. He turned over and she
noticed that he dressed her son's favorite shirt. On the shirt was printed – I'm sorry.
What is going on here?!