Take A Deep Breath

Chapter 1

It sweeps beneath me, carrying me out into it's depths, protecting me from it's void. It flows into my clothes, cold against my pale skin. I float, forever floating, drifting slowly with the current. Cracks of thunder split the sky and rain starts to fall. Stinging pins of pain shoot my arms and legs, the needles of water droplets from the clouds punishing me for giving up so easily.

Then, the water betrays me and swallows my body, dragging me into it's blue stomach. The familiar feeling of panic rises inside me and I am tossing and turning, frantically trying to go upwards. My clothes start to drag me down, taking me. Helping the water. I try to scream, to get rid of the panic, but instead liquid fills my lungs and it burns. Badly. I choke against the pressure and the waves above spin me like I am nothing, just another piece of ruined trash.

My lungs struggle to push the water out and I am continuously being taken deeper and deeper. I want to give up, to let everything go but there are people waiting. It wasn't meant to be like this.

The ocean decides enough is enough and I feel the sand against my toes. But only for a second. Then, it shoves me hard against the sea floor and my legs snap, harshly tearing my bones apart. It hurts but it's also numb, black dots separating my vision. If I let that blackness take over, there will be not recovery. Only death.

The rest of my body lazily slams against the sand, but it is soft this time. My legs can't kick and I can't feel my feet. Defeat starts to creep in, but hope is taking over.

Hope for a miricle, something to save me.

Then I'm tumbling again, summersaulting on the sea bed. Rocks and coral come into view, and I can look upwards. The surface is far away, too far, but it is pretty. Water fills up nose and the burning in my lungs becomes unbearable. I have to let go.

But I don't have to.

A sharp pain knocks my head and instantly red liquid stains the water and instantly the decision is made for me.

Blackness takes over.