Let Me Be Your Hero

Chapter One: Blondie and Bimbo :|

It was a weird sort of feeling, that abysmal depression.

I kicked and waved my arms as if it would make a difference. As if I could run away from this.

The pressure was coming from all sides. I would've gasped at the intensity, but I feared of losing the last bit of oxygen I still had left. I should have just stayed calm waiting for someone to come. Somebody had to notice my disappearance, for sure. They just had to.

The sudden shock was leaving. I realized I was surrounded completely by water. When I tried to open my eyes to see what was going on, the chlorine stung my pupils too much, and I couldn't see. I knew it was useless, but I couldn't help but feel that little ray of hope.

I can't swim, and now I regret not taking those swimming lessons that my Mom offered to pay for a few months back. I feel pathetic. I mean, what idiot of a girl dies in her friend's birthday party because she was too careless to look where she was going?

The remaining bit of oxygen in my lungs was nearly gone. My brain was shutting down, and everything I did was going to be in vain. I was going to die; there was no way around it. Not only was I heart-broken, but I was also lost forever.

I was falling asleep and it felt so nice. I felt relief wash through me as I was about to pass away into that darkness. Life was slipping away from me slowly, as was the pain and frustration.

Suddenly, warm arms enveloped me, postponing what obscurity awaited me. I felt a smile erupt onto my face absentmindedly. I thought I imagined those welcoming arms, but when I was lifted up into the surface I knew it was probably not a hallucination conjured up by my subconscious.

He stared down at me with striking hazel eyes and had his wet brownish hair matted around his face. I could tell he was a young boy about my age, but that's about it.

Through the blur of tears I could barely make out his facial features other than the colors, and just when I was about to ask him who he was, I was snapped out of my dream.

"Melanie!" Jalissa, one of my friends, shook me by the shoulders.

"Huh?" I looked around in confusion for a minute as I woke up, taking in my surroundings. I was seated on a table on the far left side of the soporific library. My arms rested on the table top and my books lay messily under me.

"The warning bell just rang, Mels." She gestured to the deserted tables around me. I shot her an apologetic smile while collecting my things and bundling them in my arms.

"Right. Sorry." Quickly, I got up to scurry alongside her to class while rubbing my sleepy eyes. It's stupid to fall asleep during school hours, but one of my close friends--Jonathan--kept me up all night texting yesterday.

We walked down the almost empty halls until we reached our biology class. Ms. Bellerose was still not in the classroom, so we used it to our advantage and we sat in our seats as if we weren't late on a daily basis. Jonathan rolled his eyes as I got my stuff ready next to him. He knows that punctuality isn't my strong-suit.

"Good afternoon, class." Ms. Bellerose said in her foreign accent, walking in hurriedly.

"Today we will be working on a little project. I dug up some worksheets from the storage closet, and think you all will enjoy it." She told us while she put some papers in a neat pile on top of her desk.

"Is it something about DNA? We haven't gotten too in-depth with that topic." A girl in the back of the class spoke up.

"Yes, you're on the mark." Ms. Bellerose confirmed with a smile. She went over to the supply closet, and a minute later came out with the biggest stack of papers I have ever seen.