The Catenate Of The Lost Files ; My Dear Relative

Ch17.5¹ "Sidestory"

I definitely don't get it.

Why leave?

Why now?

Why leave everything behind?

Why not tell me?

Why not involve me?

I couldn't breathe. I was underwater. I see faint blue lights entering the curved square-shaped window of the vehicle I'm in. No. Not vehicle. An aircraft. I couldn't control my body. The salt water's getting into my eyes. It hurts. My legs barely together, my arms floating in the foreign region of aquatic territory of doom. I gather all the strength I could muster and used it to unbuckle myself up. Then I found myself floating in a confined place filled with carbon bubbles and dissintegrated patches of salt. I heard nothing. Just the bubbles popping. And so was my life. Ending.

A little lamp of hope was all I had in the dark, wet, environment I was in. My body cold as ice. My vision blurry. Just a little more and I can't see anything. My lungs barely keeps me breathing. My heart admits it's own shortcomings. My senses failing to deliver any signs of life and chances of my own survival.
       But then, I felt the water move. The medium is being disturbed. The tiny waves came crashing to my body. Something took hold of me by the hand. I couldn't feel the warmth. The ice-cold water stood between me and my senses. With the remaining strength I had, I opened my eyes.

     Mom.

     I see a girl with short, brown hair. She's smiling. She's moving her lips. As if she's saying something. The bubbles came out of her mouth but the sound was too faint. But I read her lips. I somehow understood what she said. Everything's gonna be fine...
The cold water surrouding my hands somehow left me. My sense of touch came back. The warmth. The warm touch of my mother. She pulled me towards her. Physics is definitely not on our side this time. But she managed to drag me out of this. The aircraft is slowly sinking in the water. A crooked rod unhooked itself from the slots of the plane. The rod, with the plane's downward motion, forcefully made it's way through my mother's thigh. She grunted. The bubbles delivering messages of pain. She lost her grip. She lost me. She struggled to break free but it made her wound even worse. Blood came out from her wound and slowly floating into the water. And there I was again. Suspended in the water. Staring at the dying body of the person I loved the most. More blue faint lights came illuminating my surroundings. This time, somebody disturbed the medium again. She grabbed my hand and wrapped me in her arms. My eyes forcing to close itself. But I remained it half-opened. I realized, I was still holding her hand. She may have lost her grip on me but I still took grab of her. Our eyes met. One dying, the other one half-dead, but both longing to survive. She moved her lips again. I wasn't able to read her lips this time. But the message was clear.

Go.

The girl continued dragging me out of the confined aircraft. When we were out of the plane, I was certain that this girl that's rescuing me doesn't know how to swim. I saw her face. It seemed like she was saying What am I going to do now? How do I get her to the surface?
   Her panicked face made me smile. But I know she's smart. I know what she's about to do. And I know it is gonna be tiring for me. She opened my mouth and kissed me underwater. Her mouth transfering the air that she had been collecting moments ago to me. As I received her little beam of life, I managed to move my legs a little and swim. I grabbed her hand and I did all I could to swim all the way up. Metallic things met us. As I got closer to the surface, the water still not ready to let me go. As my fingers touched the outer world, I was losing my breath. The beam of life just got expired. And so I was sinking down again. But somebody didn't want me and the girl I'm holding dead. He grabbed my hand and pulled me and the girl to the surface.