I relive it.
Every time I close my eyes.
I can feel it choke me as try to free from its grasp... But still, it pulls me down into its barbarous embrace.
I can't help but hate it.
And I get so angry at myself because I cry the very thing I'm afraid of:
Water.
I was little. Seven years old to be exact. I wanted to go outside. I loved to go outside and play. I was under the watch of my brothers; Raphael and Gabriel. My father was always away working, sending as much money as he could back to us. Our mom died a little after I was born. Therefore, it I was my brother's job to look after me and make sure I was safe.
Why didn't they do a better job that day?
I asked Raphael if I could go outside. He was seventeen, he was considered the adult of the house.
He said it was okay if Gabriel went along with me; to keep an eye on me. Excited, I ran up the stairs giggling like crazy. I knocked on his door, rhythmically.
"Do you want to go outside?" I practically sang. "Common let's go and play!"
And all I heard was: "Go away Cas ."
Jus like a light switch, he turned off my joy. He was only three years older. And he thought he was better than me. I got mad, and left outside anyway; never minding Raphael's orders.
We lived in a small two story house that was out in a land filled with trees. The best part about it was the lake the was right next to us. I loved it. I loved the way the water moved, and how the sunlight reflected off the surface. Any chance I could, I would go and sit at the edge of the dock, staring down to the water as it waved at me. It always made me smile.
Although, that day I decided to be daring. I wanted to touch the water. The very water that filled my heart with overflowing happiness. The water was close, so I wanted to touch it for the first time.
I just never thought it that the thing that made me so happy, would traumatize me for life.
The curious child that I was, almost touching the water... I fell in.
I didn't know how to swim.
Water filled my throat and I swung my arms everywhere, fight the crashing waves, trying to come up for air. I did, once or twice, taking those few seconds to scream for help. For my brothers. I cried, my head beginning to hurt and my vision starting to blurr.
Soon enough. I was completely underwater. I stopped fighting. I stopped moving. I felt myself slowly dropping o the bottom of the lake, looking up to the surface, catching the bit of sunlight I thought would be my last.
Before I knew it, everything went black.
I woke up to coughing and gasping for air. I was flabbergasted, wondering how the hell I got out of such a predicament. I couldn't see. My eyes were completely blurry.
But I felt someone next to me. I tried to look up to them.
"Who are you...?" I coughed.
"I saved you," The voice panted. He sounded like Gabriel. But it wasn't his voice. "You scared me, I thought you died! What were you thinking?!"
"I-I'm sorry..." I choked out more water.
He sighed. "Be careful little fish."
I rubbed my eyes again. But when I looked up, he was gone. I looked around me. No one was there.
I never knew who that person was. I never searched, I never found out, I never overheard him. I was left clueless.
Still to today, I have a common condition to many humans.
And I hate myself for it.
Because of how stupid and ironic.
I, have Hydrophobia.
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Hydrophobia
FanfictionHere we will encounter the life of 15 year old Castiel. With an embarrassing secret: He has Hydrophobia. He enters into high school. He needs a Physical ED credit in order to get his diploma and graduate from high school. Ironically, he was put on t...