The ocean was wild. The waves thrashed against the wooden pillar underneath my feet in time with my heartbeat.

Most people would describe the sound and sensation of the sea as calm and comforting but when I leaned over the railing and looked down below at the unknown of the dark waters, I thought back to that night.

It flashed in my head, and it hit me more brutal than any wave could.

Nothing was out of the ordinary on that day. Then the day turned to night. I was on the sofa napping with a headache when my father burst into the apartment along with three policemen. The rush to the hospital and the time in the waiting room were all a blur.

I wish I knew what had gone on in my mother's mind when she was still alive. I wish I knew what drove her to the edge and made her end her own life.

My mother always seemed to be happy like a big bundle of energy, but I could not help but feel like it was all a lie.

All my memories of her had been tarnished.

Just knowing that I was not enough for her to want to stay was enough to make me want to scream. The thought had not left my mind since last year. The shock and the pain did not hit me until I woke up on Christmas Day to an empty house.

My mother was dead, and my father was mentally and physically absent. It was all too much.

The sea air was a usual temperature, but I felt overheated and clammy. The heat was suffocating, and it was going to swallow me whole if I was not careful.

I did not know I was crying until the tear running down my cheek plummeted down into the ocean below.

A hand came on to my shoulder and I turned to see Chase standing there with a giant panda.

He was not looking at me though. Neither was he looking at the cute animal that he had squished too hard under his arm. Whatever was on his phone seemed much more important.

Chase continued to type on his phone, and he did not look up at me.

"Is everything okay?" I asked the preoccupied blonde as I rubbed under my eyes and got rid of the traces of tears.

"My buddy Kyle said that there is a fight on at the beach." He answered while finally putting his phone away.

"What? Is this some weird version of fight club but they prefer sand?" I questioned in confusion "Usually if two guys disagree on something then they would just throw fists at each other straight away and not organise a time and place"

Chase shook his head at me "It is more like a professional fight."

"A professional fight on the beach at night?" I raised my eyebrow at him while replying "That seems legitimate."

"The guys are really good fighters." He explained further "It is kind of a competition, but they make profits out of the bets people place."