The 1995 Ocean

The Year 1995

6th June, 1995.
My feet run in sync with the rhythm of my heart beat, as I reach my destination. Blazer Beach, is where I come, when I want to forget about the world. It's where I can be me, where I can take my mind off things. I walk slowly in the soft sand, giggling a bit as it tickles. Reaching the shore, I see my reflection in the soft wavy water.

My head is in the shape of a heart, with a small forehead and a pointed chin. My bright blue eyes were large and long-lashed, and spaced evenly apart, sitting below my eyebrows, which were thinly plucked, and shaped into a not-so-perfect arch which followed the slight curve of my eye. My button, broad nose hooked over my pursed lips, which were painted a baby pink in an unsuccessful effort to try and make me look pretty. My long honey-wheat hair, hung into big curls into an angular cut from my jaw. The sharp features of my face is merely a reflection of my entire body structure, from my skeletal arms to my petite waist-- I was small, I guess you could say; under-weight. My face held forward in a calm gaze. My khaki, over-sized jumper hung over my slightly ripped jeans, which compliments my slightly tanned skin tone. My lips formed a small smile, I may not find myself pretty, but I'm ok with that, and that's all that matters.

I then noticed a small paddle boat, whilst my eyes were gazing around at the beautiful,  calm beach. With excitement, I leap into the boat and start paddling out into the ocean. I wade through the gentle water, the night sky like black painted on a blue canvas. The water is clean, and soft. Calming. The boat I was sitting in was swaying gently to the oceans ripples. I smile, as I am in peace, away from everything. Away from my fears and my excuse of a life. I look down, just as a big wave hits. I fall into the ocean and sink into darkness, my arms and legs kick out desprately as I try to swim to the surface. The dark indigo water swirles around me, trapping me, keeping me from the oxygen I needed. My entire body is throbbing, my lungs feel as though they've been set on fire. Slowly, black begins to seep in at the edge of my vision. I try to open my mouth to breathe, but I only got salty water. Then, ever so slowly, everything faded away. Painfully, quietly. I didn't want to die like this, but it was too hard to try to fight, so I simply let the darkness take over me.

But then I feel something, my lungs stopped aching and I no longer see black, but I do see turtles, everywhere... I hear voices, almost like whispers. Looking down, I see a beautiful glow beneath my feet, and at that moment, I knew something extraordinary was happening. A baby-blue, scaly tail efflorescences up onto my legs. Are mermaids real? They can't be. My trembling fingers touch my tail, it feels silky and smooth, like the feel of cool, calm ocean water underneath my fingertips. Still in awe by this miracle, I have yet to notice I'm not drowning. My thoughts scatter, am I alive? Is this heaven? Am I a mermaid? Am I immortal? Distracting me from my thoughts, I feel a small tug at my jumper. As I look down, I realise my jumper has vanished and I am now wearing two coconuts, connected together with a small brown string.

It all becomes too much, and with the strength I have in me, I shout,
"Help, somebody! Please! Hello?"
The only thing that responds to me, is the sea. I can still hear the ocean waves, running up and down the shore and crashing against the rocks. I sigh. Kicking my tail, I begin to swim down into the bottom of the sea. I begin to see turtles and small fishes swimming and laughing. Ignoring them, I keep kicking until I reach the very bottom.