UM(1) Creative Writing Club (Activity)

Rasp

Heavy. I'd known "the steps to work" as "heavy".But, it's a whole different kind of hefty moment. I'd been suppressed so hard I could've morphed into a large, flattened piece of meat any minute.

The surrounding was pitch black until rows of jellyfishes unmasked every suffocating energy bit by bit. Various shades of coral lay along the rocky path. Stone-built high walls shaped like a monster's orifice were guarding the life forms here. The humid feeling and my enlightened vision suggested I might be at some deep trench of an ocean.

Weird...Something about my body wasn't right.
"What's that dangling thing in between my eyes?" I was in awe.
A trunk, it seemed. A modified, lengthy mask connected to an oxygen tank covered it completely from all of the salty water.

I was on all fours.
My feelings and emotions couldn't be any heavier.

"Had I switched souls with an elephant??"
"Is that a mockery of my heavy soul?"

Didn't detect fear in me nor I felt marvelous. Heavy yet hollow was how I saw the whole event. That's when the creatures filled the void.

A sea of Anglerfish swam past me. "What fishy grin they own!" I judged internally.

Motion pictures beamed up in a few meters' distance. I watched the prehistoric mammoths go extinct, weathering climate adversity. They'd lost their lives in search of a new, favorable place. I've always longed to learn what really happened during the ice age, but this definitely was not the appropriate timing.

I took an unbalanced turn and there, in a nook, I foresaw some leopards, masked just like me, running away.. from silhouettes of greed. They wouldn't rest even under surface, would they?

"Me? An animal? Why isn't there any human? Where is mom? Just what this place exactly is?!!"
Questions... after questions. No mammals came up with an explanation or let alone noticed me...

Another scene caught my eyes.
A toy, size of an 8" ruler. One of my childhood collections of Wild Force, red Wildzord's figure.
Liam was crying deliberately in front of me, demanding I needed to let it go. I didn't...

The events fast-forwarded. Liam was polite here. He was asking for my cool bike. I said, "No!"
It was the following night when he sneaked out with my bike, and lost his life in a rally.
I didn't tell him the real story. I didn't mention the brake's loose.

A red, robotic lion with a big collar which read Liam stared at me, a jagged bike by his side. He got to be something he adored so much, but he didn't look joyous. Also, why did he keep that traumatic thing? To roast me? No, he didn't have the expression of someone who's about to blame and burst.

He was trying to chat but his mask constrained his jaws.
His words couldn't be transmitted.
I wasn't ready to listen either.

Frustration alarmed my anger. I tried to yank my oxygen tank away. What good would come when you couldn't scream or swim efficiently? The tank'd either run out of the gas anyway. Or, I'd be a shark's meal. I shook too hard strong ripples drifted some striped fish from their route.
As I pedalled hard, I sank deeper. I kept on doing the same action.
"Splosh.plop...plop.."

"Huff...Huff"...
I was panting. Drops of sweat tickled my face and neck.
"Welcome back!" Mrs. Jensen greeted me.
They were the warmest words after those cold episodes.
It was my fourth therapy session. The hypnosis went a bit far this time. I checked my limbs. 10 fingers and toes alright. I reached for my high bridged nose. Intact.
I heaved a mega sigh.
Getting lost in a daydream is nuts. You lose yourself twice.
But, I definitely should dig more of the uncomfortable loss of myself...