RIP old friend..

Farewell.

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A/N: ok well this is a first experience for me so yeah! I hope you like it! ^_^ (this is for a contest btw!) Contests

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Have you ever held your breath before? You know, maybe just for fun? Or maybe even for swimming? The sound of blood pounding in your ears and the achy tightness in your chest screaming at you to take a breath? Well I never liked holding my breath. I have held my breath in the pool before, this isn't like that. This is like having a gun to my head and being told not to let my heart beat. Of course it will beat, no matter what you tell it. And just like the heart must go on my lungs will inhale whether it is air or briny water. In the moment the coolness of the salty sea water rushed into my open mouth, I know I am already dead. In moments I will float like the seaweed, nothing more than flesh and bones ready to decay in the ever moving currents. I want to be saved, I want a rescuing hand to tow me back to life, back to the world I know. But then I remember. There is no one that I have left. No one to care for my pitiful life that I, Joanna Jones keep. I don't think it's sad, it's just how the world works nowadays. You let someone in and they will destroy you, only leaving you with a broken heart and some fake consoling words. I would have laughed at my dismal thoughts, unfortunately the water rushing into my mouth and to my lungs did not allow me to laugh. I opened my eyes that stung so badly from the salt water and watched the queue of bubbles spew from my open jaw. My body screamed for air, yet all I could give was more water. The dark murky water that surrounded me pushed me towards the sandy bottom, aiding my wishes in a quicker death. Maybe if the current became strong enough it would spew me onto the sharp, shiny, black rocks and then I would not have the pleasure of hearing myself think. Yet...something inside me wished I were strong enough to swim back to the surface of the cold and cruel ocean and take a huge mouthful of precious air. I closed my eyes once more, feeling my long brown hair brush against my face as I hit the bottom. I clenched my fist weakly, my fingers still latched on to the necklace I tried so hard to keep. Well at least now it would be safe forever, at the bottom of this nameless ocean where no one could find it. Most likely a stray current will pick it up and carry it from my dead fingers and be swept into the open sea. Maybe another little girl, just like I had been, would happen upon it and treasure it forever until she deemed it useless or ugly. Ah well...the world is a mysterious place. I let out one final breath and let my mind slip into the fuzzy feeling of unconsciousness, smiling as the world let go of me.
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A solitary figure stood on a cliff, the sea breeze ruffling his sandy colored hair and carrying the scent of salt. A tear slid from his water blue eye and he dropped to his knees. The salty beads of water poured from his red puffy eyes uncontrollably as he clenched a little silver necklace close to his heart. It was identical to the one Joanna Jones kept herself, and regrettably it only invoked more tears to be shed over her from the boy named Thomas Green. If only she new that someone actually did care, someone who was willing to stand with her as others collapsed like pawns in a game of chess. If only she new how much he cared. If only he wasn't to weak to tell her.

If only...he had said something...