The Deep End

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I stepped out of the door, glancing between the steps of the backyard pool and the deep end which seemed to go down forever, even though I knew it was only 8 ft. It was time I got over this irrational fear I had of the deep end. I inched closer to the diving board, my limbs shaking, my legs turning to jello. finally I found myself at the edge of the board, staring down into the dark water of the deep end. I was scared. what could be down there that I was so afraid of anyways? I was just being nonsensical. I began to move forward off the board but found myself stuck, like my feet had glued themselves to the sheet of hard plastic beneath me. I thought it was silly of me to be shaking this badly hovering over something as harmless as water, so I closed my eyes and leaned into the water. my feet unhinged themselves from the board and I fell into the pool, water splashing up all around me. the water consumed me, and that was what scared me. I began to swim up but as I swam it was like the water was growing upwards, or I was going down. I stopped struggling and realised that I was being submerged into the depth of the water. this was everything I had always feared. the water was swallowing me. I was being engulfed by a dark abyss of nothing.
i woke up on the concrete floor, beside my pool. i sat up, wondering why i didn't feel the urge to cough up water. my lungs felt.. cleared. i stood up and walked inside. it was empty. i stepped out into the street, that was also empty. i walked back inside and up to my room. my phone was no where to be found. i sighed and looked at myself in the mirror. i had a slight blue tinge to myself. it was odd. i looked closer and saw my mom behind me. i turned around, but she wasn't there. i looked back at the mirror, and she was looking around my room, mouthing my name. what the hell was going on? i ran outside to the pool and looked into the rippling water. i saw myself and my father with several police officers, talking. i then got it. i was missing. i was stuck in this dark and dismal world that is the other side of a mirror. the reflection i see every day. the other me looking upside down. i was all alone in this other worldly dimension. just then, i saw my reflection blink.

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