If the world was blind, how many people would you impress?
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They say I was born from the sea.
I could easily understand it by the way I always had the deepest affection for the ocean. Or the way every time I look at the my reflection in mirror to see my hair curling into waves. I also could understand it by my blue eyes and the way I always wanted to stay underwater.
That was a weird hobby of mine, staying under water. But that was the only time when I was no longer under any obligation to feel something. I was no longer sad, no longer alone. I was nothing, and surprisingly, that seemed to be fine by me.
The bone-crushing pressure of the gallons of water envelopped every inch of my body and sank into my lungs, my brain and my heart. While I remained remarkably void of feeling, the fullness of defeat dominated my mind until all that was left inside of me were remnants of the sea's terrors.
Underwater, there were no sounds from the outside world -no cries from those I have wronged, no professions of love hidden inside for too long, no vicious words flung ruthlessly at my feet from the glares of passing strangers. Underwater, I was alone with merely my thoughts amplified to their fullest extent that merge with the water and envelop me in the loudest of noises. The noise that was crying an unwelcome truth - that death was imminent and the only escape was facing the world above.
I lifted my head up, feeling breathless. I struggled to open my eyes due to the water drops. I rubbed them but it's still blur in front of me. Yet, I could see my mom standing on the huge rock, with her arms crossed. Her lips were forming a word, was it my name?
"I kept calling your name over and over and you did not hear me, Maya." I was finally able to hear her clearly.
"I know. You can't really hear underwater,mom." I lied. Actually sound waves travel faster in water. Humans can , in fact, hear far higher pitched sounds when underwater than they can while on earth. But I couldn't just tell my mother that I was too busy drowning in that peaceful state of mind instead of answering her.
"Just go and take a shower or something all right?" She had her hands on her hips and seemed nervous about something. I nodded, still swimming. "Come on, get out." She waved to me then pressed the back of her hand to her forehead blocking the blinding sun rays.
I didn't know why she was rushing me to swim to the land. Anyway, once there I took the towel I left on the ground earlier and wrapped it around my body. I shivered a bit at the contact with the warm summer air that seemed to be quite cool because I was just in water. I glanced at my mother to see her chewing on her fingernails.
That's a habit she had since she was little, I believe, but she only did it due to nervousness. I knew she had something to tell me and I also knew it had to do with the dating world.
When we arrived home which was just a few meters away from the beach, it was already seven thirty in the evening. I opened the door then stepped in. I immediately walked to the balcony only to be followed by my mother.
"What's it, mom?" I asked her without looking back or even glancing over my shoulder. I just kept staring at the beach. The crowds had deserted just an hour or so before, and shore birds fought over their leavings.
"Do you think you can possibly figure out something to do for tonight?" She asked me getting closer and putting an arm around my shoulder. Her voice was almost a whisper and I pretended to be surprised by her supposedly odd question.
"outside the house I mean. You can.. Mhm, have a night out with some friends?" She added.
"Another date tonight?" I asked her even though I already knew the answer.
