The raging storm started to rattle the windows. I was on my fifth can and my vision was beginning to get blurred a bit.
Shhhhhh. Stop making so much fuss! Tay will wake up! I got up and with unsteady steps reached the window ready to slap it hard.
Then I saw the boat. That tiny little boat. It was going up and going down with every wave that hits it. It was struggling to stay put but its surroundings were not helping it.
It was just like me. Trying hard to bear each and every burden but getting tired day by day. Trying its best to fight a lost battle.
Suddenly madness came over me. I wanted to save that tiny boat from the storm. I don't want everyone to forget about its existence. There is no one to rescue me but I want to rescue that boat. Because on a fine day it had helped us cross the lake. It was a part of my cherished memory.
Without thinking about anything else I opened the door and went out on the deck. The wind pressure was so heavy that it almost pushed me into the lake the moment I tried to close the door behind me but I quickly grabbed the wooden railing.
Bring it on! I am here to fight! I am going to save that boat!
My head was spinning and the wind was howling in my ears. I was drunk but the rain sobered me a bit.
I need a plan. The rope which is barely keeping the boat tied to the deck got almost loose and I need to tie it up tightly before it completely comes off.
I lowered my head and quickly reached the main pole. The rope was about to snap when I grabbed it.
Ahh!! My palm was like on fire! The rope was hard and rough and my palm got severely scraped.
Fuck!
But the alcohol in my system kept my spirit up and without paying attention to it I managed to pull off my jacket and use it to cover my hands. Then I started to tie it up tightly and methodically.
Done! Huh! The boat is still swaying but it was steady and not in a dire state.
I saved it!
I was so happy that I didn't notice the coming wave. I was very close to the edge and the moment it hit the deck I lost my footing and got plunged directly into the water.
And that's when I started drowning.
I held my breath the best I could and scraped my fingers trying to find the wooden beams or anything, but I sunk deeper and deeper. The pressure popped my ears, and my ears were burning horribly.
The water was not only freezing it was so turbulent that I couldn't even hold my head above the water once. My instincts told me to kick, to jump, I was so desperate to get to the surface but really can't help it. It was so frustrating because I already knew that I was a lost cause.
Eventually, my lungs started to burn. I was desperate for that sweet taste of oxygen.....and I wanted to see Tay....for one last time....
As I inhaled more and more water, I began to feel really dizzy. Then a sudden calmness washed over me. I was nearing my end.
Then I faintly heard a shout and someone dived into the water. I was about to take my last deep breath when a pair of strong arms wrapped me from above and started to pull me up.
The last thing I remembered was having my chest compressed and lips pressed in CPR, then throwing up a whole heap of water.
Someone was calling me but I don't know who....
