Life seems to be taking away from me when I felt a sudden pull of a strong grip. I can barely see someone around me. All I did once the hand pulled me out of the icy cold waters was I gasp for air like I haven't breathe for thousands of years. But eventually I felt the waters continue to rush into my lungs, drowning me again. Few seconds later, everything faded. Everything went dark.
"Where am I? I can't move! I couldn't scream either. I can't see anything!" my mental voice speaks out. Then one thought popped into my head. I must be dead. Am I'm dead?
Seconds later, I felt tingling warmth on my lips. What is this? I feel more refreshed by the second.
Then I feel waters draining out of my lungs as if my chest is being pulled away from my body. I managed to open my eyes. It was watery and blurry. I can see the clouds up high.
Heavenly clouds are still beyond from my reach. I'm not dead! Pffttt, who am I kidding? I must be falling into the dark pit of the evil hole of hell. I literally commit suicide.
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Leaving Stones Part 1
Fiksi PenggemarLife of Beverly DeGrandis, dealing with the harsh truths of life. Full read for the understanding of the meaning of the title. xx
