Short Stories

Drowning

I changed into my black swimming suit. My only swimsuit that I owed currently.

I slowly dip my legs into the cold pool water, then dipping in deeper into the depths. As I slowly allow myself to sink and adjust to the cold water, I squeeze my eyes shut. I suddenly let go of the wall, that I was using as support as I sunk down, dropping into the cold.

I open my eyes, even though I'm underwater. Something in my head yells for me to stay down. I shale my head, hoping the thought would fly out. The attempt of getting rid of it failed, but I managed to force my legs to kick up.

My contact with air again was a relief, I breathe heavily as I gasp for air, holding onto the wall. The thoughts continue as I grip onto the wall tightly.

Let go.
Just leave.
Sink down and never go up.
Go down there, they are waiting for you.
Waiting, and waiting.
Don't make them wait, I'm waiting too.
Let go of the wall.
Drop into the water and drown yourself.
You won't be remembered anyways.

Without me truly thinking, my hand slips from the wall, and I splash back into the water. I struggle at first, but let myself casually float below the surface. I yell in my head to go up, but physically I don't move. I continue to scream in my head, louder and louder as I felt my lungs beginning to burn.

I'm suddenly pulled out from the pool, shooting my eyes back open and coughing up the water I accidently drank when falling into the water at first. My vision is a blur at first, but after a moment of adjusting, I saw my parents. They both stare at me, both of their expressions showed concern and worry. I feel small bits of heat trickling down my cheeks, and it takes a minute or so for me to realize it's tears.

I force myself to sit up, wrapping my arms around my two parents, continuing to sob.