Drowning. Drowning in the deep dark wicked water. I was happily standing on top of a high cliff, proud that I have finally reached the top. It took me ages to get me there, but with the matter of seconds I fall off into the pitch black water ,drowning. I struggle to breathe, I push up gasping for air. I can't seem to reach the surface, everything is so dark and I can't think straight it's like the water is filling up inside my skull effecting my brain. I reach the surface and gasp for air and thank the lord for helping me survive this catastrophe. As soon as I'm out and I take that one deep breath, something pulls me back in. I fight and I fight trying to reach the surface again. I realize everything would be so much easier and less painful if I just stop fighting and let go. I let go and accept the fact that I'm drowning in a pitch black ocean of evil. My body relaxes and the agonizing pain floated away. I see a very bright light hitting my eyes blinding me, that light had woken me up. It was sunlight and I was floating in the ocean finally stabilized.
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Reflection
Short StoryThis will be a mini series each "chapter" will be a different story about random things. This is deep reflective writing so do not expect characters and what so ever. More info in the introduction. Enjoy :*
