𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

under the surface

The water ran down my throat and I struggled to take another breath. The waves were hitting from all sides and my curly hair stuck to my face.

Another weak breath and I got drowned under the water again.

I moved my hands and legs with as much as power I had in me but nothing helped. I was drowning and no one was here to help me.

"Help!" I screamed with a weak voice.

Just as I swam to the surface, a tall wave hit me from the left side and pulled me into the dark waters.

No!

No!

This is not how I'll die.

When I reached the surface yet again, I felt a light touch on my arm. Someone was pulling me up. Wait, is this real?

A strong force hoisted me up and I was placed on a wooden... was it a boat? I couldn't even recognize what it was because I was too busy catching my breath. My lungs were full of salty water and I turned to my side, the liquid pouring out of my mouth.

I coughed loudly and felt a hand on my back. "Elizabeth?" The voice said.

Slowly I opened my eyes and stared in front of me. It was a person, dressed in black but I couldn't make out the face. The voice was masculine and powerful.

"Elizabeth?" He said again.

I shook my head in response. Elizabeth was not my name.

They were saying the wrong name. The hand reached to my face and pushed the strand of wet hair away from my face. His touch was soft and gentle.

"Shh, you're okay now." He said with a whisper. The sun was shining above us yet it was so dark.

The sound of the ocean echoed through my ears and birds chirps were distant noises.

My head was spinning.

Something was wrong.

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"Elizabeth!" When I heard the name again, I looked at the man in front of me. Shadow was covering his face, only the eyes. The dark blue eyes were visible.

The very hand that was touching me a few seconds ago had a shining object in it.

A knife.

"Noo...." My voice got caught in my throat when I felt the sharp pain in my lower stomach.

My mouth shaped an 'O' and the tears fell down my face. The knife cut through my skin, deep into my flesh, making me lose my ability to breathe.

He twisted the sharp tool and I felt my heart slow down with each beat.

My lungs squeezed and the last ray of light shut off. Blackness and shadow were all I saw.