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FLASHBACKS HURTS.
there are certain things, --- no scratch that --- a whole lot of things that I want to erase in my mind at the moment. there're a lot of things that keeps on piercing into my being that i can't seem to find my way out, that i can't seem to find my way on how to stop those sharp edges of memories from occuring, from creating invisible scars that won't ever heal. there's a whole lot of things that i want to stop existing.
on top of that list is my existence.
and it isn't helping that memories from the past two years or so had been hunting me everywhere i go. even now, while i am slowly inching my way in the middle of the ocean as the heavy rain keeps on pouring down on me. memories that i wanted nothing but to bury on the very deep corners of my mind keeps on flashing, keeps on dragging me down.
and I know that now, they have finally won, because here I am finally in the middle of the ocean with the heavy waves slapping my body. i'm finally going to have to escape this terrible life that i have. I'm finally gonna be free from everything about myself, from being me, and as much as it would cost my life just to get rid of those terrible things, i think i couldn't ask for more.
at least i would be finally at peace.
taking one last look at the sky, i spread my arms on my sides and finally let my thoughts be carried away along with my body being washed away by the ocean.
🍃🍃🍃
there's a sharp pain piercing my head.
confusion envelops me as i finally adjusted my vision and now face to face with the ceiling. i tried to move my head but there's a shot of pain that wraps my head even if i just move very slightly.
there's no other else in here but me, but i can hear the sound of the open television and i can definitely smell stale alcohol and sanitizers.
i'm pretty sure i'm in a hospital.
but why would i be here?
the door opens revealing a tall guy with black hair. his face looked relieved and surprised when he sees me, "oh hey, you're awake."
"who are you?" is the first thing that came out of my mouth, "why am i in here?"
he takes a sit down on the chair next to the bed as he places the plastic of i suppose foods down on the small table beside the hospital bed.
"you were drowning," he answers, "good thing that i was there that time and i fortunately get you out of the water before it's too late."
"wait, why would you do that?"
he shakes his head smiling, "it's alr---"
"i'm not thanking you by the way," i say cutting him off and this time his face drops.
