Sitting by the waters edge was a young woman. Brown hair tangled around her face as a soft sea breeze blew by. With her eyes closed she slowly exhaled a long held breath. For the first time, in what seemed like years, she was finally able to take a moment to breath. With a deep inhale of the salty air, she fluttered open her eyes. The light that reflected off of the water almost hurt the pupils as she wiped them dry. It was useless, the tears that had been there before now seemed to form at an almost alarming rate. No, they were not tears of sadness, but more of tears of relief. After emotionally supporting her mother and acting twice her age for such a long time she was finally able to relax, if only for a day.
The girl in question was Bonnie, Bonnie Bell. At the young age of 16 she had found herself needing to take care of the woman whom had given birth to both she and her deceased brother. It wasn't as if her mother didn't work, for she did and harder then most others at the Canning factory, it was that with the stress of the man of the house always at sea fishing and the fact that Jacob, bless his soul, was long gone, it was now up to Bonnie to deal with the daily stresses her mother was not strong enough for. Laundry, cooking, shopping, cleaning, and providing extra income. It was almost too much for the once free spirit to handle.
After a moment of just breathing the young adult looked around for a moment and realized how utterly alone she was. Not only physically, but emotionally as well. When was the last time she had a real conversation with someone? The last time she cracked a smile or laughed? Longer then she cared to remember. Longer then anyone should go. A heavy sigh escaped her lips while she ran her hand through her hair. Thoughts of the friendships she could have forged in the past now ran through her mind as she longingly looked around for someone...anyone she could talk to. If even for a day.