"So where were you today? You never told me you were going out with Glimmer," Mom asks as she places our dinner plates in the sink.
"Oh, I wasn't with Glimmer. The girl that rescued me when I drowned wanted to hangout and give me some breathing exercises." I pick up our glasses, place them in the sink, and fill them with water.
"Thats nice. What's her name?" Mom gets a rag wet and starts wiping the table.
I grab some paper towels and follow Mom around the table drying where she wipes. "Her names Shelly. She is really nice." Mom puts her rag by the faucet and I throw my paper towels in the trash.
Opening the dish-washer Mom says, "So how did you go from almost being the next teen drowning victim, to a more beautiful version of yourself, to spending time with someone other than Glimmer in less than five days?"
"I don't know, but I think I'm happy about it. I'm going to shower, then head to bed. Goodnight, love you you Mom." I kiss her on the cheek and walk upstairs.
"Goodnight, love you too sweetheart."
Getting ready for my shower I notice something strange on my stomach. Examining it closer it appears to be a very faint scar all the way around my mid-section. It looks like ocean waves or a series of connected 'u's. As I look at the scar on my mid-section I notice something similar on my hip. It turns out to be on both hips and has the more definitive shape of an oyster shell.
In the shower I try to scrub these strange markings off my body. When they don't come off I think about how they got there. Finally I remember the burning sensation from when I was drowning and decide that they must be connected to that. I must have hit or touched something that left these marks on my body.
Climbing out of the shower I notice that they are slightly darker than before getting in. As I dry off they fade again. Dismissing it as an illusion from the water, I prepare myself for bed.
In my sleep I have a strange dream of happily breathing with ease. I am swimming near the bottom of the ocean with different sea creatures and I have a tail for swimming instead of legs.
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Breathing Water
FantasyMy name is Oyster Estuary. I am 17 years old. I have suffered from the inability to breath oxygen properly for as long as I can remember. My classmates think its weird that I have to get help breathing from a little inhaler practically every hour (t...