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The only voice I can hear is the water calling me as I drag my feet alone the jetty. I feel it pulling me the way I pull on my legs to make them move. The rocks around my ankles make it hard to move but the slower I move the more it calls.
Com e. To. M. Eeee ee.

It whispers like the wind whispers a sweet lullaby in the setting sun.

I'm coming.
My lips move but no voice comes out. One gush of air after another. The walk is unbearably slow and I just want to drown. My feet shuffle and I drag along the rocks.

Take me.
My lips move but the only sound made is like a sigh, my breath leaving my lungs in a rush. I come to the end. But what now? I would like to jump but my legs won't move.

Come child. Come to me.
A woman's sweet voice rises from the water and I can hear it over the crashing waves. Water sprays me. The weather man on TV told us to stay inside for the weather would kill us. But the weather will not kill me, I will kill me. One foot is lifted slightly and I don't understand what I am doing until the rock is pulling me down down down and my other leg is coming down too.
I'm drowning.
And it's not glorious and slow and I can't see the sun beaming in through the bubbles I leave.
It's dark and fast and I'm dying. I see the bubbles but I scream.
"No! No don't take me! I don't want to die!"
I'm falling down down and the water is filling up my insides.
"Don't take me!" I cry but I can't feel the satisfactory touch my tears would be leaving.
"Save me! Save me!" I scream but it's to late.
I'm dead.

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