• lifeless • poems and oneshots •

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Crystal Blue. Dusk Orange. Unending skyline. Warm sand, practically like an infant's skin. Air so sweet that the finest of confections couldn't have beat it. Warmth that encompasses me into a blanket. I close my eyes. Breath it in. I open them once more.

There he is.

No, not you again. You're a monster. Nothing but a monster.

He takes a long, hard look at me. The fire in his eyes are bright and they keep feeding on my soul as if it was like any regular old meal. Regardless of how warm it is, I shiver.

Go away. You bring me nothing but harm.

The warmth is washed away. My soul drifts alongside it. All washed along the push and draw of the currents.

Leave me alone.

The silence is intolerable. Unspoken words are tieing a rope around my throat and it gets tighter and tighter and tighter. I can't breath. My legs hit the currents and I know what happens next.

Please, stop.

He then snatches me by the shoulders and shoves me into uncharted waters.

I shout, yet my throat is clawed by unseen salt crystals. I cry, however my tears are cleaned away by Atlantic. I kick towards the surface, but my legs transform into the heaviest of lead and I'm sinking...

Sinking...

Sinking...

I breathe in, yet my lungs start to fill to the point of overflowing. There's no space for air in this murky abyss. I'm met with a sharp, bitter taste. I loath it with a great distaste.

What happened to the Atlantic Blue? The Sunset Orange? The constant skyline? The warm sand? The Sugary Sweet Air? The Warmth? Where's the shore? Where's my spirit? Hell, where's my sanity?

I close my eyes, hoping, praying that this was all some kind of bizarre dream, maybe even a nightmare; I don't care. But I am met with great disappointment when I see nothing but endless blue. I try again.

Close, open, nothing. Close, open, nothing. Close, open, nothing. Close, open, nothing.

Why am I not dead? Why am I still sinking? Why, despite all the kicking and screaming, can't I just be dead?

God, if you can hear me now, please save me. Just take me away. Let my vision go black. Let my body hit the bottom of the surface. They'd find me eventually.

If not that, then God, please save me. Let me get back to the surface. Make that scary man go away. Make him never come back. I hate him. I want him to go away.

But God wasn't there to hear my prayers. When I needed him the most, he wasn't there.

So I keep sinking.

And there's no bottom to this newfound Atlantic.

A/N: So for our final exam in English, we're supposed to write 2 vignettes and they could be about ANNNNNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYTHING!

And this is what I chose.

*cough* way to be depressing, Anna-chan *cough*

Words: 476

P.S. Isn't this book supposed to be depressing, though?