Sirens Call

Sailor

I feel a sharp pain rush trough my body, the feeling starting in my chest and quickly moving to my toes, up to my head and to the tips of my fingers. I can feel the pain slowly fading as I grip the bedsheets with my hands. But something feels off. I feel like something is very wrong.

I open my eyes, expecting to look at the ceiling of my bedroom but instead im looking up at a night sky filled with stars, slowly waving along with the water. I feel my gut sink as all the memories of what happend came flooding back into my mind. All of it had felt like a bad dream, but the feeling of the sand in my hands is far too real to be a dream. But... I should be dead. Right? Is this what its like to be dead? But then why can I still move? And feel? And see?

I feel my body taking in small, difficult breaths and I feel like it will get better if I take of the multiple tight shirts im wearing to cover up my chest. I sit up and put my hand underneat my shirts and slip all of them off of my body. It makes me feel a lot better and I take a deep breath as I look down. My eyes widen as adrenaline rushes trough my veins. As I look at my chest I see six horizontal slits going down the sides of my ribs, three on each side with what looks like red scales around them? They look like the gills of a fish. I see the gills open as I breathe out, then closing when I take in another breath.

I try touching the gills with my fingers but before I touch them I look at my hand. My fingers are connected to eachother with thin, red skin inbetween them. Im inspecting my hands, and thats when I notice it. My legs are no longer there.

The pants I was wearing lay torn on the ocean floor and my legs have been replaced with a long red tail, the rope still tied around it. I quickly untie the knots, getting the rope off.

The memories of being a little kid and listening to my dad telling stories of mermaids and sirens come back to me as I trace some of the scales and the fin with my now webbed fingers. About how they lure sailors with their beautiful looks and enchanting voices, then pulling them underwater and drowning them. Him telling stories of how the sailors would sometimes catch a mermaid and tie her up and leave her to die in the scorching sun. I feel sad as I realize I've become the creature my dad despises the most. I wonder how much time has passed and I look up to the sky, seeing a big ship not far away. I can see big chains hanging down from the ship, its anchor somewhere outside of my sight.

I see a small boat, paddles rhythmically hitting the water and pushing the boat foreward. Suddenly all the sadness I was feeling is replaced by anger. I want revenge on the people that did this to me, the people who made me become this. I don't care who, but people will pay.

I push myself off the ocean floor and  leave the clothes behind me as I try swimming up, getting the hang of it quickly. As im swimming up I hear a song in my mind, as if someone is singing it. As I surface above the water I start to sing the song.

"My hearth is pieced by Cupid. I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me, but my jolly sailor bold." I swim closer and reach the edge of the boat, the three sailors in the boat no longer paddeling as I pull myself up and lean on the edge. I continue singing, my voice husky from the salty water. "Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be. For a jolly sailor boy, who plows the raging sea." One of the sailors stairs to lean their face towards mine. I grab the collar of his shirt as I slowly Let myself sink back into the water, looking deep into his eyes. I was expecting them to be full of fear, but somehow his eyes are filled with lust. I feel dirty, having a man look at me like that. "My hearth is pieced by Cupid. I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me, but my jolly sailor bold." I continue to sing as I get submerged in the water, the sailor still leaning towards me. Then, with a quick and hard jerk, I pull him out of the boat and into the water. I can see the other two sailors reach into the water, trying to retrieve the guy but its too late. As he realises what is happing he grabs my hands and despitely tries to pull them off of him but my grip is too tight.

I keep dragging him down, slowly feeling is strength fade. When he lets go of my hands, I let go of his collar and watch his body slowly sink deeper into the ocean. I feel a bit more peacefull as I swim away.

A/N
I was thinking that seperating the text into multiple shorter parts might be a bit easier to read for some people so I hope this helps compaired to the first chapter or let me know which is better.

The first day I published this story it didnt get any reads so I didnt really expect it to already get 2 upvotes and to gain some followers so thank you to everyone reading so far and I hope you enjoyed and see you in the next chapter! ♡