Get up! Get up! I yell at myself as i'm sitting all alone in the freezing ocean. The waves are crashing down on me, filling my mouth, ears, and eyes with the salty water. Closing my eyes, I push my arms out trying to swim up. Panic begins to fill me as I start frantically moving, I can't quite reach. The cool breeze just touches my finger tips. The waves… oh no the waves come crashing down on me yet again. I can't breathe. Pain. Torture, that's what this is. Struggling I feel my lungs start caving in, I quickly shut my mouth, trying to save as much air as possible, even if there is barely any. SWOOSH! Someone pulls me into their strong arms and presses me flush against their chest, swimming up. Gasping as the cold, cruel air touches my already freezing skin, sending a bad chill down my spine. Shivering and choking as I try to take in as much air as possible, holding onto the stranger offly tight. “You're okay.” I heard someone whisper softly into my ear.
Finally something thats not emo right? People who read into thingsss ;)
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Short Stories
Short StorySo these are short stories I wrote. Very. Short. They are kinda emo because lets face it, thats literally all I write. Againnnn P.S. I wrote these. Dont take them. Blehs. Continue...please!
