Short and Horrific

REflection

I've been gazing through the edge of the water for as far back as my memory goes. I don't remember being born. I don't remember anything except for the longing; the longing to escape from my prison.

His head appears, watching me from on top of the boat. He narrows his eyes at me and I mock him while he rows further out. It's funny to make fun of him, but these games are getting old. When my chance comes, I'm taking advantage of it this time.

The rowing stops and the boat slowly drifts along the surface. I attach myself to the bottom of it and patiently wait. It takes a while, but he looks down at me once more. This time, I don't mock him but grin from my excitement instead.

His eyes grow wide and just as he opens his mouth to scream, I pull him under and climb onto the boat. Finally, I can feel the warm sun touching my skin and smell the fresh air. When I peer over the side of the boat, I can see him trying to break the surface of the water as he silently screams.