Today, February 27, 1998, I woke up with the worst torture. I felt pain all over, and I couldn't stand it any longer. There was no cure to a severe infection like this, and I had given up hope. I passed the day, struggling to breathe.
It was a long day and the pain was unbearable. The entire day, I laid in one spot, not able to move. I felt weak and I was crying out in agony.
I was tired, as I watched the sun sink into the horizon, leaving only multicolored strokes in the sky to prove it was ever there. I tried to get some sleep but I could not. I tossed and turned all night. I needed my mother more than ever. I missed her unconditionally, and hoped I would get just one chance to see her again. Muller's Island has taken everything from me: my home, my family, my pod, my friends. They were all I had and it was all gone. I wished I had a better life.
I was up all night with no sleep at all. It was already early in the morning; the sun had just risen. I had unbearable pain and I finally gave up. I couldn't be here any longer. I closed my eyes and rested for a long time. All I saw was black and slowly, my hearing began to fade. I sank to the base of the pool and felt sadness one last time...
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Beyond The Surface
Short StoryA killer whale is in grave danger. James the orca was captured from the oceans of Iceland and taken away from his parents, his siblings and his pod. He gets transferred to a water park in Germany called 'Müller's Island.' He is trained to do stunts...
