By The Oceans Edge ༄｡° ⛱

𝖲𝖺𝗅𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖲𝖺𝗇𝖽

Sand and salt water burned my lungs.

I clawed at my chest, gasping for air as I turned over on the cold sand and began to cough up the disgusting mixture.

It hurts. It really, really hurts.

Where am I..?

After wiping the tears out of my eyes I began to look around.

It was dark and my eyes were struggling to adjust to my surroundings.

I squinted and took another look, It seemed like I was on some kind of beach.

This was obvious enough though, as the waves behind me were deafeningly loud.

They crashed against the shore violently, and the sounds were beginning to make me nervous.

When the water eventually touched my legs it left me with the most unsettling feeling, making me panic.

I felt as though it was trying to pull me down; down to the cold, dark, terrifying depths, and straight to my death.

I didn't want to be taken. I didn't want to die.

Scared and confused, I tried to get up and move further away from the sea, but when I began to move I felt a sharp pain in my right ankle.

I wanted to let out a scream, but my throat was still raw and not only could I not make a sound, but trying also left me in more pain.

I ended up falling back to the ground, which caused sand to fly everywhere and sent me into another coughing fit.

Everything around me started spinning.

The sharp pain I felt in my head when I first woke up began to get worse, along with the pain I now felt in both my ankle and throat, but my fear of those waves was a stronger motivator.

I need to move. I need to survive.

The thought kept repeating to me.

I dug my hands into the sand, crawling as far away from the sea as I could.

After what felt like a century I reached a rock near some stairs at the end of the beach, far enough from the water for me to feel at least slightly at ease.

Keep going, I told myself, The stairs are right there.

If I make it up those stairs, maybe someone can help me.

Maybe I can make it home.

But...where is home?

I didn't have the energy to move again, I knew I couldn't make it.

I was so exhausted and I couldn't handle the pain anymore.

I didn't know where I was...or actually, who I was at all

and the more I tried to move, the more I tried to think, this sharp pain only got worse.

My body eventually gave in and I collapsed on the cold, sandy ground.

And that's when everything went black...

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