It's difficult to know what to think when you wake up in the middle of the ocean. There I lay, floating on a mattress, completely numb to the world. I couldn't remember how I got here or how long I had been floating, but none of that mattered. The ripples gently tapped my mattress, whispering to me, telling me to sleep. Other than the water, there was not a single disturbance of silence. Grey sky lay around me like a dull blanket. Clouds slowly swirled around me, caressing my body. Everything moved slow and gentle, almost lovingly.
Suddenly, a hand gripped my throat and plunged me into the icy water. I fought and struggled, screaming for someone to help, to notice I'm drowning. Boats sailed by, but never stopped. No one stopped or noticed or even cared. I fought a little less with each boat that sailed by. Someone finally comes out and greets me. I reach out in hopes of being saved. They pull and swim, but soon realize that I'm too heavy and can't be bothered to be saved. They let go and sail away.
There I'm left: floating, sinking to the bottom. My body stopped shivering a long time ago. Fingers, toes, and ears all numb. I can feel the cold reach my heart and I'm left blank. Darkness fills every portion of my body and it's silent once more. The seaweed embraced my cold body as I hit the floor. A light beams down and finds me. At this point, I don't care to be saved, but I won't decline either.
I awake with a jolt, a bright light in my eyes. It pulls away and I look around. I'm in a hospital. I look around and there are my parents next to a table filled with cards and flowers and stuffed animals. My parents ask why they didn't know. I had nothing to say, because if they really wanted to help, they would've held on when I was drowning.
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My Short Stories
Short StoryJust a collection of short stories that I wrote in Comp class. Out of all the stuff I've published, read this. I'm actually proud of some of the things in here.
