Choking. He was choking. When he was swimming in the pond, he swallowed a mouthful of algae. Sometimes he did it on purpose, hoping death would come. But today, it was entirely an accident. He did not want to die today. Today he was hoping to escape the swamp and move somewhere where he would feel less depressed.
He dragged himself to shore, making horrendous noises, eyes bulging, and hot tears streamed down his face. His brothers, Danny and Carlos, thankfully were close by.
"Pepe, what the hell?" Danny and Carlos had been watching him struggle for 5 minutes only to come help their brother out. "Carlos, smack his back!" Danny shouted over Pepe's choking noises.
Carlos raised his hand and smacked Pepe's back so hard, that all the algae (and a little bit of today's dinner) shot out his mouth.
"For Christ's sake Pepe, why are you always-" Pepe had enough. He was done. He was done with his brothers. He was done with his home life. Done. Done. Done.
Adrenaline kicked in like a punch to the face. So with all the feels welled up inside of him, he shot off into the lake. Today was the day. "Papa! Pepe's runnin'! He's runnin!!" Pepe heard the muffled words of Danny from underwater. He swam. Hella fast. He heard a gunshot. Papa, he thought. He swam even faster. He swam for what seemed like a day but was only 5 minutout
As he was rapidly swimming, thoughts (and feels) emerged into his brain. Where am I going? What is life like out of the swamp? What's going to happen to me? Sadness and excitement filled his face. Pepe will have a plan. Once he gets there. Just go will the flow, he thought. Just like a river. At that moment he relaxed with relief.
