A Story With A Mermaid

"If there's any life left in the sea, I've written this for them. My name is Joey. I have two siblings, my older brother, Kim, and my younger sister, Vera. Vera is still a little baby. I am writing this, as she sleeps sloundly, silently, on my lap. 

Or should I say, my tail? I am unlike the mermaids that have lived in the past of my existence. We all are. Kim, Vera, my parents, everyone. We are no longer beautiful and pearls of the sea. We could not lure anymore of stranded boats and humans, how I heavily despise that word. We don't swim to the surface, and sing to nobody in particular, the highest note to the sweetest. We are hidden. Down to the bottoms of the sea, we are hiding. From humans. 

Why do I despise humans so much, you wonder? You see, they are stereotypical little imbeciles who state mermaids are beautiful creatures. All of them, and they live in the ocean, a long, blue veil hiding the mysteries and history of past life. No. That isn't correct. 

Look at me. 

I have choppy, black hair, a few wrinkles, lots of acne, and black eyes with a little red dot on my right. We're don't have perfect bodies. My mother, has given birth to the three of us, and we eat too. She, sadly, does not have th body humans would prefer. 

Also, not just me. Look  at the ocean.

What do you see?

Beauty? 

I do not see beauty. That long, blue veil is non-existant. It is a murky, sticky, goddamn shitty place to be. Excuse me for the words, but I am angry. It is a vile colour of green. At first, we were happy. We thought, humans were going to give us clothes, ashamed that we didn't have anything to cover ourselves. It started a few, little white sheets, or if you were lucky, pink, blue, yellow-

Many. And then, it started growing.  Not just sheets. Botels, (I heard they were called that), started coming. And then many ships, they gave oyl, and the oyl made us have acne, and worse, it killed many of us. Worse, they threw bombs at us. We didn't do anything wrong to them. They threw bombs at us, destroyed our homes, and killed our fish, clogged our oxygen, and many others. What did we do?

Nothing. 

Absolutely nothing. 

I see no reason why we should not fight the humans. That is what I thought. But I have told that to my parents. They have agreed with me. I was proud, happy. But as my father declared it, he and many of our mermen, left to. 

Then whatever happened next was terrible. 

They threw bombs. More bombs. They captured many for experiments. Our world is battered. My father has not reutrned. There are so little of us now. 

When Vera turns three, she will recieve gifts of memories. I  want her to live a happy life.

But it is impossible. It will grow, the destruction.

It will keep growing.

While we did absolutely nothing."