The Story

Into the depths...

For a few seconds, I was disoriented. Drown? How could I drown? I was a good swimmer, at least good enough so as to save myself from imminent death. But it wasn't me that was the problem, it was something else. Someone. Someone was pulling me.

Who that was wasn't half my problem now. All I wanted was air in my lungs, and sadly, that was the last thing I had. I struggled as the my last bubbles were reaching up to the surface.

Then, oddly, I felt free. Released.

Without so much as thinking, I rushed up to the surface and burst out of the water. Choking, gasping for breath. And I saw the Matron rush to help me out of the pool. How she's come here, no clue, for she didn't usually...

I put that thought away, glad to be saved. For a lot of time, I just lied down on the ground, the water coming out of my nose and mouth plenty of times. After some more time, I felt better, yet some of my friends had to help me up as the giddy feeling was slowly fading away.

I was taken to my room. Henry was looking terrified. Hysteric, actually.

"What is WRONG with you?" he screamed. "You always are careless, but this was too much!"

That was true. While it was true that tasks given to me would be completed, sometimes, I used to mess up. The bread would be put in the drawer and the cups in the bread-basket. And yes, we had to do table duties every month, if that's what you are thinking. 

"Horrible, you never pay attention! It could have been worse. What were you doing?"

Hysteric, yes. But something was odd here. Henry was a calm boy, usually. Even in the toughest of situations. And we were not really close, but he was freaking out like I was his child or something. Like, putting a show of caring. It felt that way, but maybe I just read too many books.

Or so I thought, because sometimes, the deepest fears come true.