The scares never healed.
I didn't realize the seagulls flying away. The sea level dropped suddenly. Then i saw it. My heard stopped. My bottom lip started to tremble. Everyone around me was screaming. I started to whimper silently. I felt like i was dreaming. I had subconsciously removed myself from the situation. Before i knew it, i was in the water. That's when i remembered my little brother. I'd been picked up and dragged into the water. The realization hit me. I was going to die. I saw my brother screaming not far away from me. The wave hit before i could reach him. I tried to scream. I couldn't. i tried swimming. But the wave had its own mind. As the water smacked me around like a helpless doll, objects were hurled at me with such force.
When i awoke. I was floating in the shallow waters. It took me a while to get up. My whole body felt like it had been threw a massive electric blender. When i did manage to get up. I started to panic and scream for my little brother. Where was he. "He'll be fine, he'll be fine, he has to be fine". I kept reassuring myself. Little did i know I'd never see him again.