MY BESTIE, MY MURDERER

Sinking

I had gulped down water on my journey to the depth of the river and I could feel it inside me. I opened my eyes only to see blackness, never ending blackness. I knew how swimmers swim; I had seen it lots of time in TV. I moved my legs, but they were so heavy. My heart was losing hope and I was losing time quickly. Suddenly my head started paining like hell and thankfully I blacked out.

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So calm, so peaceful yet so flowing, Mark thought to himself.  River Ohiotoma was the place his dad Mr. Williamson and him used to visit every month for a fun picnic. Last year his dad had expired leaving him as the head of the Business Empire. He was 22 and handling studies along with business was tiring. Mark hated coming here alone, he missed the heartfelt laugh of his dad, dad was his rock and best friend, and Mark felt like he had lost his spirit. His mom was very loving and caring and he loved her equally but he still missed his dad too much. The devastating year had molded him to a very different kind of guy than he was, from callous, free, cheerful and young, to angry, frustrated, responsible and bossy. He used to release this frustration on his employees, friends, family and anyone he comes by. He knew his mom wanted him to be the Mark he was before.

Remembering the days of childhood, the days he had lost and could never get back, his eyes filled up and soon sleep took over. He dreamed of his father smiling down on him, blessing him and caring for him from heaven. He woke up the next day, morning it was. He checked his watch and it showed 9:43 am.

Woah, I slept throughout the night, here! He wondered.

He went to wash his eyes in the cold and fresh waters of Ohiotoma. He knew it was not safe but he remember his father doping the same. He looked up with foggy eyes. The breathtaking scenery refreshed him up but his heart sank once he recalled his dad telling how much he loved the river at morning time.

“The morning sun always refreshes me up and the flowing water makes me smile” he said, just like his dad used to.

Mark noticed something human-like slumped on a far bank of river and decided to check it out. It was pink and dizzy and was bright amidst the brown and blue colors. The pink figure was slumped in the side; he thought he saw it move slightly. He knew he had to find what it was.

He was camping nearby and pulled out the small boat from within the camp. The rubber boat was plastic and orange with black strip. He had not ridden on one since his father’s death. Through the waters, he struggled and finally reached the pink item. The water was cold and still, but as he moved through the river, they grew fierce and it was hard controlling the boat. As he neared the piece, he was shocked to find that it was a girl, hurt, bleeding and senseless.

The next day-

Lucy found herself dressed in white sheer clothes lying in a white bed. The walls were all pink and white and it was strange.

Where am I? Lucy tried to remember coming there. Her head hurt as she tried to recall, she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate but saw nothing but darkness and felt nothing but unbearable sadness and pain. She looked at her hands and saw needles and pipes; her left leg was plastered and numb. She tried to get up detached some of the pipes accidently. Suddenly, an alarm went off and she jerked herself off the bed and tried to run but instead she fell down in an awkward position. Some nurses and doctors rushed to her. She tried to say something but they forced her to lie down, when she struggled they injected her with something that made her awfully drowsy.

She managed to choke out, “Where am I?”