The souls of the deep sea

The cries of desperation

Late night walks on the bay was the most calming thing to me... until they tried to pull me with them. "Come here!" They shouted but was as soft as whispers, "We need help, little one." Another one called out with whispers, i tried to run from the water but felt as if the sea pulled me back, the tide rose and washed over me almost drowning me, i felt something pull at my ankles trying to pull me deeper into the sea, "Run!" A voice whispered in my ear as the hand on my ankles was forcefully loosened and the waves washed back to sea, i got up and ran for my life that was on the line like a piece of clothing hung for drying held up by nothing and left to the wind, I ran to my house as I closed the door behind me, I panted heavily out of breath and parched, my clothing was soaked by the water, my feet were bare as the hand had stolen my shoes when they tried to grapple onto my feet, I rushed up to my bathroom as I looked at myself in the mirror, my pale face and blood shot eyes were visible despite my blurred vision, I washed my face with cold water to try and wake myself up, I couldn't piece everything together, I couldn't sleep that night... but... I felt the urge... The urge to go back, to find the bottom of the ocean... it called to me. What am I thinking? I tried to shake it off as I felt the adrenaline ware off and was replaced by pain in my ankles... I looked down to see that there were claw marks and it exposed the muscle beneath my flesh almost deep enough to expose my bone...
---
After a doctor's appointment to get this all stitched and tended to, I was on my way home as the sun was rising on the horizon, "Join us..." A voice called out before I could see the water of the sea recede back crashing into another wave, I rushed home but wasn't straining my ankle too much as I didn't need the stitching to open right now. I got into my house and locked the door behind me as I limped my way up the stairs and reached my bedroom, I got under the covers and rested my head on the soft pillow as I tried to drift to sleep and not think of what was happening to me and who that other soul that helped me could be...

Hey, never really made these types of things in my stories... but I hope you enjoy it, I tend to think of stories when I can't sleep but don't write 'em down, anyway enjoy your day/night, love ya!