Harry Styles BSM

56. One Step Close To DEATH

Age 13

I was playing volleyball by myself at the backyard near the pool SINCE I’M SO BORED. I woke up earlier than usual, which is a total shock since I usually wake up at let’s say 9 to 10 in the am every weekends of course since I have school. It’s Saturday so that means everyone still have work. Dad at the office and so as mom, Harry just left a while ago (I guess) obviously going to the studio and Gemma’s not here. So it’s only me. I still hadn’t had my breakfast yet because I want to sweat, ya ‘know exercise, not because I have to but because I want to. And besides it’s been a while since I last held a ball.

I started first by serving, ya’ know that motion where you like hit the ball with your pulse area. After a couple more tries, deciding that I still can do that serving thing properly, I started to practice my receiving technique. I threw the ball upwards then hit it with both my hands intertwined, just like in serving but with both hands. To test if I still know how to play properly, I did the things that our coach thought us before, the one we use as a warm up, I don’t actually know what it’s called but I’ll just try to explain how it goes. The first thing to do, is to throw the ball upwards, second in receiving; you must hit the ball, the way you receive it duh, and a player must do as many hits as the player can until the ball is alive or until it doesn’t touch the floor. So far the highest number of hits I’ve made without the ball touching the floor is 27 and I won’t stop until I beat that. I threw the ball upwards and started hitting it again, I’m on my thirteenth now until I’ve hit it using the other side of my hand making the ball fly diagonally, literally a player should not let the ball touch anything other than the player’s hands, the air or the net, so automatically by instinct my feet started doing their purpose and like they have their own minds, started moving towards the direction where the ball is going, with my arms intertwined trying to save the ball’s life, the moment my fingertips touched the ball I thought I was able to save it, but no, I just realized that I’m about to fall.

I tried to step away from the pool but I’m already on the edge, too late to save myself

*splash*

I fell, within a snap. Only then I realized that I’m at the deepest side of the pool. There’s no way I can save my life, I don’t even know how to swim! I tried to resurface again, waving my arms and feet, but my movement only makes my body sank deeper and deeper. The worst is, nobody’s at home, there’s no way I can get help.

The thing I realize is that if you’re too nice to care, and too kind to save anyone’s life, you’re putting your own life at risk, you’d be in danger, but the best thing was, you did save someone’s life, but if you’re at risk, will there be someone willing to risk their life for you? I don’t really know why I even bothered to say these things at this time, I don’t even know what’s the connection of it to the situation right now!

It’s too hard to hold my breath¸ I don’t think I can manage anymore. Images of my family came flashing back at me, mom, dad, Gemma, Harry, the boys, my friends and even the guard at school, Ms. Edwards my favourite teacher, how come even students have favourites at school? I kept my eyes open as I watch the blurry vision of light because of the water in front of me till I sank deeper and deeper, who on earth built this a hundred feet like deep pool? I swear if this was Harry’s idea, I’m going to visit him in his dreams. I know it’s sad, but I’m ready to die, there’s no one else in this house who will be able to help me, I knew it, I’m going to die. Dear God, please help me be with you, please don’t let me face the grim reaper.

I still am holding my breath and like bit by bit I’m trying to breathe out, I know I’m going to die, I’ve said it a couple times now, but I don’t want to die. Please Lord.

I lost all the hope I have in my body, the hope that there will be someone out there who would pluck me out of this place. With all hope gone and with one last breathe. Slowly I can feel my eyes getting heavy until I let the gravity pull my eyelids. My eyes are close, but I’m still awake inside, trying to hold on and still hoping that someone will come and save me. Where’s my prince charming now? Even though he’s not riding a white horse, well who on earth will ride a horse in a pool?